The path gradually leads you down onto firmer ground and into a smaller valley filled with immense boulders and, in some places, walls of stone. As you descend further into the valley, following a worn kangaroo path the 'walls ' become closer together and the path gradually more maze like.

The silouette paintings of doves in flight across the stone walls would indicate that this is the location of the Clan of Black Doves.
After many twists and turns you find yourself somewhere near the center of the maze of stone. The walls give way to a circular clearing, walled like a room but with openings for paths running in the four points of the compass, North, South, from which you came, East and West. The ground is turfed in a short, almost grey green ground cover, an occassional smooth worn stone projecting from the surface like a submerged porpoise returning to the surface for air.

Standing at the centre of the clearing, on a broad, flat rock is a bay pah'llock stallion. He turns as you approach and seems to study you for a moment before nodding a greeting and stepping delicately across the stone to meet you.

Simahron, son of Tun'bi and Sa'math, of Earth "tu'kaya'uit Tych'k'ylote!" He whickers, his voice lilting. Noting your look of non-comprehenssion in response to his words he tries again, this time in your own language and speaking slower as though he has to mentally translate each sentence before he speaks, his words heavily accented.

"Good day trah'veh'lor. Have you cohm very fahr?" He pauses to check what he has said mentally for errors then continues. "Ai am Simahron, of the Clahn of the Tr!...of the Black Dove. We have less vih'sih'tors up here so do not have the... jihkohdu... tu'sefna... the good knowing?" He cocks his head at the word, knowing it is not the correct one but is as close a word as he can find in his vocabulary. "Of your lah'ingu'age as those down on the open plains.

 Simahron
Body: pa,Brn*
Mane: Blk,Blk
Markings: N,p
Forefeet: h,h
Hindfeet: h,h
Tail: L,d
Horns: u,u
Mutation: N,n
Sire: Tunbi
Dam: Sa'math
"An out'sider began to make an Allori-Ehng'lish dic'tion'ary but it is far from finished and has not been updated in some time." Simahron shrugs and snorts "We have little need for Ehng'lish here though some of the yoh'nger ones and k'zarti... jour'naing beasts have made a point of be'cohming good in several lah'ingu'ages.

"The Clahn of Black Dove is lead by Cavida, she graze to the North." He nods his head in the direction of that path.

"To the West you could find La'sutha or Lullago.

"Both the Clahns of New Dawn and Black Dove are still fostering foals but it will be less oft... often and a little more rah'ndom. Every sec'man'a... every two month there will be one fostered out from each Clan and Allani will tell of a out-of-Tir foal or two, but others may be called on a spur of the moment. Allani is still searching for Fosterlings as well for those with NO pah'llock in their realms but she can tell you more of that."

A wind springs up, whistling across th top of the stones though it remains sheltered in the lee of the rocks. Simahron throws up his head and snuffs the air, nostrils fluttering as he scents the wind.

"I would not say you to return the way you came, the wind will make the journey to the pass hard and danger'ous... You could try cuh'ting through the glade where Azinth once lived."

With that he bobs his head in farewell and springs away, apparently into and through a rock wall, disappearing. Amazed you run to the spot where he dissappeared into the stone only to find the stone splits on a strange angle making a hidden entrance, and beyond it a winding path carries on down a narrow corridor.