Boztun Badlands, Klos 18th, 350AC, 14:00  (partly cloudy, 42 degrees, crescent moon)

You continue to move through the dim light of the forest, with a zillion badders moving around you.  After awhile, you come across a worn path, and follow it up a ridge into some hills (those of you who are tired or not cardiovascularly fit are just dying right now!).  After moving up and down some ridges (but mostly up!), the group comes to a stop.

The path leads on, up to a large duralloy tower with a single metal gate.  Its roof is slightly domed and ringed with sharp spikes.  Metal pieces have been welded to the outside of the tower in an artistic organic pattern.  The purple byllka pods still tower over everything, although the ones near the tower bend slightly over it to cover it from the air.

There is a crude shelter to the left of the path.  Its roof is made of a huge mushroom cap, the floor made of cut mushroom stalks.  There are essentially no walls, just a crude railing and the ceiling supports made of more mushroom stalks.  The masked badder turns to your group and says: “Yoo stay here (points to the shelter with his spear) unteel keeng deecides.  Maybee hee sees yoo, maybe he decides keeel yooo.”  He seems to be laughing in a deep snorting sort of way.  Then he jabbers in badder to those around him.  Most of the badders stay and point their crossbows at you.  The masked one and a dozen of the others move up to the tower.

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