Once final preparations were made for the journey, the group set out for the outskirts of the city. Once there, they began walking, and the magic of Mareth took over soon enough; the landscape blurring for a split second before reforming as something new. Gone was the warm sun, and tropical heat of Tel'Kara, replaced by the much cooler air and sandy shores of the inland lake.
Castella found herself once more back at the old camp that she and her original companions had set up shortly after arriving in Mareth. So much had happened since then that it was hard to believe that only a few months had passed. Fortunately, things seemed to be looking up around here. The lake no longer had that off-green tinge to the water, instead sparkling under the sun as a healthy blue. A blue that seemed to be undulating strangely close to the shore, as a large mass of blue jelly lifted above the surface, and regarded her with a rough-formed face.
Draanok and Zera, appeared next to the water, where they had stopped to rest while making their way to Tel'Kara. It seemed much like they remembered it, although not long after they appeared, a strange feeling began to creep down Draanok's spine. It almost felt like they were being watched.
Upon appearing at the lakeside, Shizu had little time to asses her surroundings before a voice called out from behind her. "Well, well, look what we have here." Spinning around, she saw three imps perched on and around a large boulder. At least she thought they were imps. Unlike most imps, however, these three were a deep green in color, and their eyes bulged far larger than most imps. They still possessed the wings and exaggerated features of their kind though; including grossly oversized manhoods that hung almost to the ground. "Hmm, she looks tasty," said one. "Or is it a extra curvy little boy under their?" asked another. "Looks tight, regardless," finished the third.