Then the Eagle says "We have seen this river, it has many tributaries, the nearest will be thorugh the great spectrum snow torm... but you must be careful when you take that path, for on the other side , before you get to the river, lays the vale of thorns. As spikey and dangerous as it's name, but more..."//The Owl nods, "it is home to a Fuath tribe. Dark Kin. Clawed and antlered and wild. But you can hold them off. If you find their idol, you can illicit a promise to them to let you pass in exchange for not breaking it." //"And I don't suggest really breaking it." The hawk says///The Kestrel nods "So either sneak by unnoticed entirely, or find that idol fast, because they're are dozens of them, and their leader has learned an art that allows them on trods."