Visible or not, they are mere birds! You press on.
One day later, you come upon a mountain, made of something halfway between rock and glass. The sun sets as you approach it, as though it is warding the very light away. Drawing closer, you weave through outcroppings and great boulders, until you notice a tunnel cut into one side of the rock, near a precipice. You dismount with Doria to take a closer look.
The cave appears just as it did in your dream. Its surface shines like water in moonlight, and the torches within make its walls seem to shudder. But there is something else here, something that your vision never carried you far enough into the future to catch sight of: a group of wanderers with glowing red eyes, circling the earth below the cave. They take short darting steps as they mark their patrols, ready to lunge at anyone who should be foolish enough to draw their attention.
"There must be mystics in that cave," you observe. "These wanderers are clearly in the thrall of magic."
"I shudder to think what it would be like to be controlled this way," Doria says, eyeing you banefully as she speaks. "We must not hurt them."
Clearly, she has not forgotten your actions in Cabria.
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