After many minutes of walking through a forest, the ground beneith Drogan begins to slightly tilt down. The ground becomes a wet muck, which it becomes much hrader for Drogan to walk. Soon water begins to cover the ground as Drogan walks even further. Drogan then finds a dirt road that has avoided the water and is dry and hard as normal dirt would be. He walks along this road for more minutes and finds a pillar with many symbols upon it. He stops at this and anyalizes it with great interest. 'What is this pillar of symbols doing in this marsh?' was all that came through his mind. He stode there for a long time still trying to figure out the mystery of the ruin.

Phedre had followed the man in silence for many minutes. She stopped 20 feet back from where he paused, looking at a pillar. She rolled her eyes and crouched low to the ground, with a single fluid motion she jumped up onto a nearby branch. She kept silent trying to creep up slowly behind the man, wanting to jump and feed before he even knew she was there. Her black curtain of hair was pinned back into a tight bun, lose strands brushing across her face. She seemed to be one with the shadows, blending in to the darkness the marsh seemed to immit. She jumped to the next tree, landing with a soft pad a the slight rustle of leaves. It could have been the wind for anyone to know, but she was careful to remain still, even going as far as to slow her breathing. She awaited to see if the lowly man had noticed at all.

After many minutes of exzamining the pillar, Drogan had come to no conclusion of what the pillar was for. He stood there. The wind was still, yet a tree nearby Drogan shuffled a bit. This was very strange to Drogan and he had to check to make sure that it was nothing for that is what he thought it was. Drogan turned around at looked through the trees. He looked up into a random tree to see something very piculiar to him. A black object appeared to be in the tree that he was starring upon. Drogan slowly walked closer to get a better look and then he asked, "Hello? Anyone there?"

Phedre rolled her eyes, as if she would just expose herself just because he had asked. She crouched low to the branch and held her breath, literally making no noise. A loose strand of hair slipped over her face and over her shoulder, the wind whistling through the tree. She honestly did just want to drop from the tree onto the man and bite his neck instantly. It isn't often that someone bares their neck so... welcomingly. She began to grow impatient, wanting the man to just turn back around to not face her, or start walking down the path again. She pulled a stone from the pocket of her shirt and tossed it to land near the pillar, hoping it would draw his attention back to it. Come on, she thought, i haven't got all night.

Drogan stode their staring into the tree for a while. He was sure that someone was there, but after a while Drogan thought that it was just the wind. That was when he heard movement by the pillar. Drogan quickly twisted around getting his trident out for protection of what might be there. He then called out again, "Who is there?" Drogan was sure that someone was nearby, but he didn't know where excactly. Drogan slowly walked closer to the pillar and then stode silently hoping to her another sound of movement.

With the man;s weapon drawn, her pouncing attack could prove dangerous. She decided to pull another act and slipped from the tree, landing on her side on the ground with a dull thud. She let out a groan and "tried" to get up, falling back to the ground, "hurt." She faked a wince and looked to the man with his weapon drawn. "Please sir," she studdered, "please don't hurt me."

Her black hair fell in a soft curtain over her face, half hiding her faked, pain-striken face.