4. The First Expedition

Thrudmarr watches his companions with growing confusion as they walk into the mist and talk to the black stone. His brow furrows as he tries to understand what game they're playing. He shifts the lantern from hand to hand nervously, occasionally glancing at the strange writing that everyone keeps looking at.

"Umm, why friends talk to rock?" He shakes his head sadly. "Friends go crazy. Rock no talk!"
Thrud nods vigorously at this suggestion. "Grim right. Come, crazy friends! Leave rock!"