There was no longer time to waste, as Stalker already mentioned, this was business time. The earth stopped rumbling and the horse calmed down on its own accord so Stalker was free to stand in awe of the scene that lay before him. The tremor has split the ground before his feet and exposed a secret trail that seemed to be covered in a strange semi-precious dust that looked not unlike an unnatural shade of too yellow gold.
Stalker knew this had been the road they were looking for and looked over his shoulder at the trio of village folk behind him. They all smiled widely as they linked arms. Stalker knew what he had to do: in the very adaptable key of B flat he broke into song. Despite the challenge of his having only just made up the lyrics the haphazard band of travelers took up the tune and started off on their journey in harmony.
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