Savage Gore

Tucked away in the expanse of foliage, a gutted valley leading down into the gorge could be found. It took Cifarelli some rooting around to find it, and once he did, he was quick to motion Sephiran towards it. Nodding, the Sultan shares a silent exchange with his brother, allowing him to guide them through the pathway until they reach the bottom. Along the way, Cifarelli would stop to observe items of interest. Sephiran would stop too, wanting his brother to navigate the terrain as a whole, and in detail.

Reaching the entrance of the gorge, Sephian notes that the wind has considerably died down, the towering, narrow walls of stone shielding them from the weather above. The canopy of foliage is thicker here, moss-covered rocks stretching into the sky, shrouding the area in shadows and creating a damp, cool atmosphere.

Sephiran looks towards Cifarelli, wondering what he will do next.


"Sephiran Saxe"