Self-Made Declaration

Shilah had marked the bend of the path on his map but felt he out to mark the drop off some how as well. How was he going to do that on a two-dimensional surface? Eventually he decided to lightly shade in the area next to the path. Hopefully he'd remember what that meant. The wind picked up a bit, stirring the pine needles and rustling a few birds from the nearby trees. The trees here were thin and gangly. They grew in strange and unusual forms but still they managed to eke out a living on the cliffside.

Shilah rolled up his map and turned to tuck it away in one of his bags. He'd just gotten it tucked away when something ran into him. Without thinking he jumped back with a yell, bumping right into Lynvarr.