Renanthy figured while he stayed that he would look around, getting out of the silly self-talk, he prowled to the edge of the waterfalls and could see for miles and miles, the dangerous cliffs and intense trenches with the ocean in the background were all rigorously what he was looking for. As he admired the scenery and then felt an unusual enthusiasm like someone was staring at him. Glancing around he saw no one. Other than a frigid wind, and a gust of grasses, yet nothing seemed to move anywhere. There was something about this place, something he just couldn't put his finger on, it was a feeling, this place reading out and touched him somehow in a very good way.
Enchanted and promising. Like some fogs have been lifted and cleared their mind. They strolled around the cabin and remarked i
