The primorelves were swift on their feet and even quieter; masking their presence completely despite it looking as if they were stomping their calloused soles against the stone. They soon found themselves in a hallowed ravine, covered in decayed branches and withered bones and cloth.
Though he was holding Aiko in his arms, Ren kept up with the agile two, still holding the anxious, blank expression on his face as his hand caressed the back of the girl's head.
"Make sure to stick close to us, Ren. The way to our village is a tricky one; it's meant to deter creatures of Purgatory."
"What is this village anyway? It's hard to believe there's such a thing in this wretched place…"
It was a question from Ren that Moko seemed to anticipate, releasing a slight chuckle as he bounced from stone to stone, using one of the branches as a launchpad forward.
