The howls turned into a harsh shrill-like sound, and the voice of a thousand dragons combined together created a most eerie symphony in the atmosphere.
Vinnandra felt the silence spell about them lifting as Marenda said, "Find your crest members and join them. Avoid using any path that is desolate." At the same time she dashed out, a menacing dagger clutched in her hands.
Vinn broke into a run, taking Marenda's advice by avoiding using any path that was mostly devoid of any being. As she ran like her life depended on it, Xander's voice filtered through her mind.
"Where are you?" He asked, his voice slightly tinged with panic.
"Almost at the crest." She answered, and even in her head, her voice sounded breathless from the strain of running.
