You wander slowly, then, as if by means of magic, you find yourself overlooking a valley, shrouded in a thick mist. You debate wether or not you should turn back, but then you decide to continue on.
Forward, ever forward you move, carefully climbing down the steep, windy trail. You finally reach the bottom. There are less mists here. You go forward, listning to the sound of rushing water. A roaring river is nearby. You ignore it, and keep on moving ahead, and then you are aware of several large statues.
Traveller? A voice asks in your head. Ah, yes. A travelley. How fun.
Something is talking to you... inside your head. O.o
Tell me, two-legs, have you ever witnessed the magic of a storm? Oh, I thought not. You stutter. He just read your mind. Allow me to enlighten you. I am Tsumeatuu. A Raveen Kat leaps gracefully down from one of the statues, flapping his draconic wings.