Black silhouette fying in the sky, seems very big, flying towards Rootsreach- likely a Drukarian embassador riding on a Wyvern taking refuge
Trogladites don't live in clean caves so they must have just appeared
Niamh jerks as an antler is snapped in the distance
Church is also a small hospital
Scrying
Cliff faces deep in the forest, ruined building like a church, corpses hanging from the trees, wall behind alter well kept, green glow from pool with figure hunched over and kneeling beside it,the spell is forced closed and you are thrown back, he didn't want us to watch
Chult- an old myth, deep in the jungle peninsula, beasts that have been extint for eons still live there, explorers often don't return in fact nobody gets there as there is a massive sea creature guarding the landmass, ancient civilisations long riuined that may still survive there, once grand empires that rose and fell before human existed, tribes mostly of lizardfolk that have no concept of empathy, empires with horrid dark rituals and sacrifices, no more humanoid but snakes, not a place you want to be if you want to stay alive