Baba Luga
Vestige
As Astryos follows the faint footpath farther away from his companions on the main trail, the odor of death and decay grows stronger. He soon reaches a point where, should he continue on, he will loose sight of Varius, Faria and Cassandra. Even though it's not that late in the afternoon, the day seems to be giving over to twilight, or maybe it's just the cover from the branches overhead. In either case, tones of gray are starting to replace the colors in the elf's vision.