You find the lands here twist and tilt, as if built on a hill, yet the land is quite flat. Here and there a swampy or marshy patch of land crops up, but it soon leaves. It seems as if the land cannot choose what shape it wants to be, so it just chooses all of them instead.
You hear hooves ahead of you. A brown equine is walking rather swiftly, looking lost.
"Wanderor!" he cries, speeding up.
You freeze. He doesn't look particularly harmful, but what is he doing here, in the forgotten lands?
"Do you know what is farther up this path?" he asks, pointing towards the end of the path you came from.
You quickly explain how you have gotten here, and he looks a bit depressed. "I was hoping this would lead to the tunnel, then I could get to the valley. I have come from the beach, which I think is up that way." He points from where he came from. "But this is no normal path. For all I know, it could lead to no where."
"Why would you walk through these lands rather than go around safely?" you ask.
He sighs. "My name is Rikshmi. I am a deriss, and I am looking for the rest of my kin. I suppose you might have heard of our blight. I will not repeat it, but if you come across another deriss, please tell them that my word is deane. Maybe I shall see them again."
With that, he runs toward where you have come from.
