A few hours into the morning, we passing occasional houses, and we see a cloud of dust. The cloud of dust seems to be getting closer and closer. As it gets close enough, we see that it is a group of three elephants - if the descriptions I've heard are true. Vorest is extremely happy. We wait for them to cross, as it looks like they could crush us without even noticing, and getting in a fight with them would probably get a druid to murder us in our sleep.
After a day of walking, well, riding, we set up camp for the night. We hear a voice call out from the darkness "Prepare to fight! We will vanquish you in honour of Tempest!" These... people... look dead - ghostly?, and they are insisting on a fight, so a fight is what they get. They are kind of tough, and I feel the urge to punch them, but punch them from further than my reach. I do not know how to explain it! But it worked, it appears that I can punch from a bit of a distance. I am not quite as fast, but nearly. Very odd - I haven't seen my kin do this back at the monastery!
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