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The ibex arm weakly lifted towards the east, deeper into the forest. "If you follow along the path you just left..." He said. "You'll eventually reach an abandoned temple, I'm almost certain..." His voice trailed off, his eyes held strong; locking onto the soldiers." We are the rescue party, we need to know where they went...Point out a direction...We need to save them.... soldier....." The birdman voice died
"Don't waste time." He stated, seemingly acknowledging his grim fate now. "Save her, she will mourn for me..." He gestured off towards the trail.From one of his pockets, he took an ancient and worn book, you could see how old it was because some pages had turned yellow. Shaarib began to turn the pages for the right verse for the situation. They had to pay their respect... It was going to happen soon and our hero never was able to manage this type of thing. They were lucky they had already dug a hole into the ground.
With a surge of memories he reached into his vest and pulled out a sheet of paper labeled 'Home' in an elegant handwriting matching that of the one in Shaarib's possession.
"She gave this to me." He said with a grim smile while passing it to the nearest marine. "She wanted help to find me first..."
"-But now, you need to go!" He said with a slight resurgence of strength. The mink gave a nod of assurance to the two.
The eerie night surrounded the three of them, a dreary sea of thin clouds rolled across the sky; the moon would peek down at the three of them whenever the wispy curtain of clouds would allow. The dark, foggy atmosphere would feel akin to suffocation to a weaker-hearted person.