Before long, the trees start to thicken again, making the path the only way to continue your travels in the rainforest. You occasionally hear the flutter of wings, or the clip-clopping of hooves, making you look over your shoulder. However, for a few minutes nothing comes into view, so you do nothing but plod on.
A brown equine comes into view, slowly walking towards you. She stops, surveys you with a wary eye, and then approaches.
Softly, she says, "I am Maradra, leader of the lost herd of Deriss."
"Lost herd?" you ask.
She hangs her head sadly. "When the Wood shifted, we were split up. I have been searching for them ever since, but constantly end up here. There is a magic word that I could use to call them, but for each Derissa it's different. And I only know mine, which is ersol." She meets your eyes. "But regardless, I must keep searching. Goodbye, wanderor."
