Magic brought a clearing of light terrain for meters in every direction. As solid obsidian, the pillar showed no signs of damage just smudgy residue from where the plant oils had gathered. Ivy was still on her hands and knees. The rest watched as the group chanted in a tongue that none of them knew. Tiffaney didn't know much about natives, but those two individuals made all the chanters look out of focuses
First was what should be the leader, his hat was on another plane. Exotic feathers wrapped around the cylindrical hat; the brim was adorned with some sort of animal skin. Small bones and skulls of small animals were threaded and dangled downward. He wore a nicer set of clothes, the shirt and boots appeared to be higher end than his compatriots.
