Jake is not responding to PMs, so we'll find out what happened to her later.
The group follows the road out of the valley. The mountains rise high and the way is steep, through dense pine forest. The fog muffles and distorts sound, and occasionally you catch a snatch of song, as if the elf was walking beside you. A moment later, it is gone, and once again the only sounds are those that you make.
After almost two hour's walking, climbing steadily higher, you emerge above the mist. Below you, you can see the valley under a grey blanket of fog. The belltower of the church is a lone marker of the village, and atop the thousand foot high stone column that rises behind it, you see the spires of Ravenloft in the distance.
Immediately before you is a thousand foot deep gorge, with an ancient stone bridge spanning it.
Cerin's eyes track from the bridge, to the walls, to the towers that seem to spiral ever upwards into the sky.
"What madness... What hands could craft such a castle? I have never seen it's like in all my days..." he mutters.
"It's certainly a different fashion than the monastery..." Anhur says while staring at the spires. "Does anyone trust this bridge more than I?" he inquires as his attention turns toward the immediate.
Cerin walks toward the entrance, his sword now drawn.
"I feel the bridge may be the least of our worries." He stops, momentarily at the bridge itself. "Come." he says before stepping out onto the span. "Let us be about our business."
