They ventured deep inside the Emerald Jungle. That scrap of tapestry depicting summoners bringing forth mountainous creatures originated from this location, though the bearer was feverish and unintelligible when he succumbed to whatever affliction destroyed his mind. Nalaea padded softly into view, her cloak wrapped tightly around her to shield more from the invasive insects than the weather. A finger to her lips, she gestured deeper still into the jungle and slipped back into the heavy undergrowth.