High noon drops out of the sky just as Albey comes to the falls.
He assumes it is the falls, at least; from where he stands, two treks past what he knows as the far bank of the river, ‘The Ouroboros River, do it please ya, for it pleases me just fine,’ all he can see is a massive wall of cliff, a crag so vertical as to be impossible to climb without tools, a glorious wall of reddish browns with flecks of gray and black dispersed throughout. Some plants grow here and there in cracks in the rock, weeds without use and herbs with many uses, and a token vine hangs down from above. Albey reckons he could climb it after all, if he must do so, but today, for his research, he does not. He simply means to sample the forest for threats to his wellbeing, and thus far he has found none. No bears, no wolves, no–
“No nothing,” he concludes with a hint of irritation. “Only the deer and the many tailed denizens on my tail.”
Dozens of denizens scramble about, making for their hollows and burrows, when Albey glances over his shoulder. He stifles a laugh and puts the crag to his left, walking towards what should be the river. His dagger does not taste the sap of any trees as he follows the crag, for the crag is a marker enough, and when he stops walking he does not come to the river. Rather he comes to a cave, one set back fifty paces from the misty spray of the waterfalls, one offering him dry passage through to the other side. It is rather dark within the cave, and those may be bones and not rocks which press into his feet as he passes through, but he keeps his eyes on the light the entire time, and quickly enough he reaches it. From there he ventures back out, spear and dagger at the ready, and continues on into the wood.
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