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Syrathic looked to the path ahead. Mountains were all that he could see. They were large; many of the peaks rose above the dark clouds. It was an imposing sight, and the elf wondered how they would make it past this obstacle. Even with his keen vision, he could see no mountain pass. The thought crossed his mind that they would have to go underground and he shuddered at the thought. "That's the last thing I want to do," he thought. "The thought of not being in the open air is very unappealing. I hope my companions know what they are doing." He thought about ranging out ahead, but without a clear notion of where they were going, he decided against it.
Syrathic looked at the members of the group. Each gave off a feeling of strong determination. There were other feelings as well: Ruby's wariness, Morguerat's puzzlement of what had happened during his outburst, and his own uneasiness.
The elf thought he heard a sound somewhere ahead of the group, but it was the slightest of sounds, more like the movement of the wind along the rocks. With his mind on other things, however, he took no notice. But his hand moved to the hilt of a long sword, just in case.
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