Everything that Mordecai said stuck true with what Dante expected and had himself discovered. "Suppose we should stick south then, huh? Unless of course you want some excitement." He shook his head. "I've not had any, thank goodness, and plan on keeping it that way. Been giving their borders a wide berth, just in case. I've heard tell of a few around who don't take so kindly to strangers." Not that Dante blamed them. What was the point of borders if one didn't defend them?
They were still traveling along the river when Dante stopped, eyes narrowing. "What is that?" he asked, changing his heading right a bit. He had spotted something through the brush that piqued his interest. Shouldering aside the brush, he found himself facing a small entrance that led underground. He wondered at it's presence here as well as if anything still called it home. Was it a burrow? Or did it open up into a cavern?
Curious, he looked at Mordecai. "What do you say? Do we chance it?" He couldn't catch any sort of scent, but that didn't mean much. It might have another entrance or the inhabitant might not have left recently.
