After a while, Strygwyr, the Dark One, and Eclipse' ghost came upon a land of green rolling hills and valleys and patchy evergreen trees as far as the eye could see. Strygwyr had chased down a local wild herbivore of some type and sacrificed its blood to his gods and they cooked and ate the rest. The fish people had been left far behind, as they weren't content on such dry, firm ground. It was beautiful out here, but the days dragged on, and they all began to miss home.