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The halfling glances behind herself, at the various bodies strewn about. "..hmph." She pulls off her hat and scratches her head, again, as she considers those words. And her situation. "Well, I need somewhere to disappear to. This should keep me busy."
She starts to describe the area, her gruff voice not really seeming eager to get through the information quickly. Slow and steady, to get through it all. She idly strokes the grip end of a weapon as she forces her mind to focus on the details of the nearby terrain.
The mountains are home to a particularly unpleasant creature called a Braxat. They're, large lizard-like things, thankfully solitary but unfortunately pretty smart. They snatch and grab members of travelling parties in the dead of night, dragging them back to their lairs for consumption in peace.
The nearest trail is also a tricky one. Not long after heading up into the rocky foothills of the mountains, the path splits. One route goes straight across the mountains, one takes a more circuitous route and a last is barely any better than just climbing, but is - oddly enough - the safest of the three.
No one is quite sure what lies past the first route, but no one has made the trip and returned to tell the tale. Those who've gone some distance along the path, however, report an eerie glow which made them desire to turn back. The second path is, because it's neither a mountain climb or a deathtrap, often full of lurking predators and bands of enterprising bandits.
The third, safest route is also the slowest. The others are faster, but you could reach a terminal end to your travels on them more easily. Not to say the hardest path is COMPLETELY safe, that is. There are few walking threats, but Athas does have some unpleasant flying creatures as well.
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