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Nayella

Nayella could smell the flames from miles away. Even in the humid heat of the Wilds the smoke seemed to permeate the air, covering all the scents of the jungles around her.
The smoke was a stark contrast to the running water of the river bed besides her, and the fact that she could catch it's scent even here marked that it was close. Her lips thinned. A nearby village? There weren't many within the Wilds itself, at least not marked upon any maps.
Some human made their homes along the coasts, a few kobolds within the mountains, but in the jungle itself?
Her lips thinned.
There had to be something, something to burn. Her eyes wandered away from the river and towards the north where low mountains seemed to rise from the ground. There at it's edges she could swear she saw the plumes of smoke. The gray smog rose quickly, it's breath wide.
Much more than a simple campfire.
Frowning, the Blight Witch stepped forward into the river and began to cross. She felt compelled to see what had stoked the flames.