Subject: Re: The Race for Overlook

Melani looks at the town with it's wooden fence and wonders how these humans can live like this, cutting down the trees to make walls. There is no way that all this wood was dead fall. And why would anyone want to live this close to the ocean. It was so huge. This was so new to her. She grabs her brothers bow a bit tighter and prays to his spirit for strength. They would need all the help they could get against this army from hell.

Subject: Re: The Race for Overlook

The smell of fear is thick inside the walls of Overlook. Pensive steels himself against it, though his guts jump around inside him. Flesh be stone. Blood be stone.

"Courage," he whispers to his horse. "Our feet are on the Path yet, friend. That is the important thing."

But Pensive surveys the town with dismay. It looked like it backed right up to the edge of the cliff. The lighthouse was a bit off, just being lit. Like a little candle. The image is so poignant, Pensive shudders.

Without waiting for Garyth to release him, Pensive will hop down from his horse and scout out the cliff-edge of town. He is looking for a way down to the ocean. In addition, he is looking for elves.

(Ty, let me know if he sees any-- I'll go from there)