come a cross a group of brow-beaten Inox trudging down the path in the opposite direct ion as you. Some are pulling carts laden with various miscellany, mostly Furs and crudely crafted goods. The rest have armloads of much of the same. It is obvious that this is everything the Inox have — their life 's worth in their arms and wagons* They are all covered in what appears to be soot. The shaman at the head of the group calls to you* The beast awakens! The mountain is aflame! Beware you do not anger it!" Looking to the horizon, you can see black smoke rising from a far-off peak.