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For the assembled group
The sun is out but its light seems somehow faded and the blue of the cloudless sky is little more than an expansive pallor. The calm of morning here stands as an anemic counterpoint to the furious movement of wind and storm within the mountains. Just on the other side of the group from the tense encounter between Syrathic and Rhianneth is the seam in the rock which marks the transition from this sunlit realm to the lightless Underneath of the Forums. One might have expected something more than a simple cleft in the rock to be the vehicle of so dramatic a transition, but there is nothing more to be seen than broken gray stone and a narrow strip of darkness.
ooc: Just setting the stage for when the morning’s conversations finish and the group gets ready to move on.
Dankorona - Familiar as this passage is to you, something feels very different about today. Its accustomed sounds are absent, replaced with a strange silence and within the air there lingers a scent like that of the grave.
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