Dragoncrest Cliffs kòlè

see for yourself. loko stepped away from the awning of the hole, motioning mireille to investigate.

he missed the shudder that wracked her frame. he was too engrossed in the tunnel; there was the chill sound of rushing wind, of stale cave air — distantly, of brine.

several feet down this tunnel, the road abruptly stopped. the bottom caved at some point into a massive cavern. here, they had a birds eye view of a sprawling cave beneath them. there were archways and columns of flow stone; there were paths worn by feet, and at the center sat a glistening pool whose blue surface returned their stare as if a glittering, omniscient eye.