The group awoke on the southern bank of a rapid, canyon river. The group headed south toward the steep, mist-haloed hill where The Gathering takes place, Rebecca scouting ahead on her pegasus and the group did their best to keep up while exploring and hunting along the way.
During the afternoon of the first day, the group heard a massive beast some distance off in the bush, that was later described by Rebecca as a huge sloth, and they chose to skirt around before returning to the trail.
On the second morning, at a confluence of trails below the steep climb up to the Gathering, the group came together with a half-dozen Pymlion coming from the other trail. Trinkets and cultural understanding were traded; no murdering or inappropriate meals were had. A small, soft, stone carving of a winged serpent that glowed and rang for Talis.
Half a day was spent on the warning-laden, switch-back trail to the top of the plateau. Near the top, a group of purple-skinned humanoid warriors, led by a chief riding a large creature of unknown origin, came up the trail behind the group aggressively, but slowed themselves, and there was no conflict with the group. They turned out to be Grugan from the far north, and they were at The Gathering selling weapons and armor not of their manufacture, and expecting trouble.
The massive plateau of the Gathering was mostly a crystal-clear lake spotted with many very small islands that seemed to hold special significance to several of the groups gathered there, with the traders and merchants on the northeast shore, and and a cleared area on the north shore for the airing of grievances.
The merchants in the most prestigious spot was an entire camp with two tents and a painted wagon of Delim manufacture. There was a Baerish man and his son, an aloof young woman, an old wise crone, and an albino, narcoleptic Pymlion chained atop the wagon. Talis and Kalum were surprised to see a Baerish trader here. Kalum made a mistake of etiquette, and tried to make a transaction before sundown and was backhanded for his trouble, though he responded in kind with a watery bludgeoning that shook the Baerish merchant. The conflict was quickly quelled by the strange albino Pymlion who laid out the rules.
Groups arrived throughout the afternoon and dusk. Other groups of Pymlion were also in attendance, besides the previously mentioned group. Black panther catfolk and tengu both brought prisoners of the other race. Leopard catfolk guarded a pit full of wild boar. Vishkanya displayed their wares of jewelry and gemstones. A group of ratfolk had many cages of animals and magical beasts. A lumbering, woodsy giant arrived late. A reinforced wagon guarded by Kambral arrived from the south just as the sun set.
Each group arrived and made camp and stayed to themselves. Kalum went from group to group sharing his gift of water, doing his best to show his positive intentions even when language was of the utmost barrier. Not everyone spoke Pymlion, and Talis made note that her original intentions of imploring to those of like mind to help her with supplying the Grippli and creating a group to oversee the security of the Temple was even more daunting than she’d had thought.