Journey to the East | Al Kalb Grove

"You...might want to watch where you're walking." Ashaar hovered his hand over to the lifeless body laying in the river. Orin slowly treaded over to the other side to take a closer look.
"This was one of the sentinels wasn't it? He's got a nice piece on him." Curiously, he picked up the flintlock and examined it. "It reads...Darrak... engraved on the side..hmm, I wonder where his troupe went. Usually they scout in groups of three..but.. they must have left him for dead. Strange.
Suddenly, the brush and thistles began to violently blow in the wind. A large gust blew past them, and an ominous ghostly shriek sounded off in the distance. "Drop the gun now," Ashaar motioned with his hand. "Why? No, I'm keeping this." Orin slipped the flintlock under his robe. The two scurried off hurriedly over the small mound. Something...some, entity, was watching them in the brush nearby.