Shadow shrugs guessing no one wanted to try to use the sand and shirt to filter the water.  He stays by Leojym and assists.

"I hope we make it out soon."

He gives an obviously fake smile, more to comfort himself than anyone else.

Snuffing the campfire, the group turn towards the woods as a trail onward. They use the torches lit from the campfire as their means of seeing beyond anyone's innate darkvision. Between the group there was enough torn clothing and deadwood to make 4 torches.

Darkwing takes to the air above the others. The flying in this area has felt strange, as there does not seem to be any sort of wind; it takes that little bit of extra effort. As the group continues along the lines of trees, it seems that the deadwood starts going from a dark deep brown to a more greyish colour of a similar darkness, similar to if they were viewing them if they were using darkvision alone.

After progressing after the tenth treeline, the Darnell seems to note rather than looking up, that downwards has something of interest. The sand beneath their feet here seems to be just a thinner layer on a more solid surface beneath it, rather than the many layers of sand at the "shoreline".

Rumble, as they are marching, utters a prayer under his breath. As he does, he feels the familiar blessing of the stone as he and his companions seem to lessen their footfall noises while traversing through this dead forest. He is unsure if Chauntea heard his prayer, but the blessings of her protection seem to still work.

Darnell stops at this discovery.

"Something's different here," he says.

Darnell wiggles his foot on the sand, attempting to clear a hole that will show what's under the sand.

Mara made sure that she did not let them all light the small amount of torches they had to use, knowing that if they did not use them sparingly itnwoukdmonly be a matter of time before they ran out. She noticed the changing trees and hoped that they would find someplace with food soon.

Scraping away some of the sand with his boot, Darnell sees that there is stone beneath his feet. It looks crafted, with large square pieces.

"Hey, look at this!" Darnell says, motioning the group over.

Sim walked over to Darnell after hearing the halfling call out about the stone. He bent down and scraped away more sand, inspecting the stone. 

(I'm a dwarf. Perfect. History: 21  )

Darnell calls the others over, being the first real noise they have heard in a couple of moments, as the words echo through this interior deadwood.

Sim investigates the stonework beneath the sand. It is old. Very old. It looks to be something that maybe the forefathers of the dwarves may've crafted at the dawn of their civilisation. However, to have an "orchard" growing above it so close to the stonework doesn't add up...

"This stone is ancient. Older than dwarves, even. I don't think I've ever seen anything half as old as this. But... how in the world are these trees growing here? There's no way their roots could penetrate this craftsmanship." The dwarf said, standing back up and scratching at his beard. 

Shadow kneels down setting his "bag" of sand to the side.  He uses his claws trying to scrape around the edges to see if he could get any type of purchase to try to pry it up.

Mara nods at what the dwarf said, crouching down to get a better look at the strange stone for a few moments. As she got back to her feet she looks around. "Does anyone know how much time has passed since we left the hallway full of cells?" She asks as she was not quite sure herself and wanted to at least have a guess at how long they had been traveling since they woke up.

Shadow, if you would like to make an Investigation check.

Nobody is truely sure how long they have been down here, or how long that tunnel through the demon's maw took, but people are getting a little tired and hungry.

::posting from phone::

Killian hearing what everyone is saying, walks over to the closest tree and starts to push the sand around the base of the trunk to see if his suspicion is correct of the "grid" like pattern the trees are placed. Thinking there will be no stone "tiles" around the tree.

Investigation 13

Mara shrugged when no one answered her question, making sure that there would enough kindling to start another fire if they found something cook. At best all she expected to find meat wise was a rat of somekind.

Investigation 11

Starting to feel the effects of no water, food, or rest, Dark looks for a tree to land in but still assist the group.  He continues to search for anything that can be eaten.  <If I have to eat one of these to survive, which could I manage to get down my throat?> he thinks.

Perception 19

Darnell also tries to forage as well as he can, though he's not as used to it as he'd like to be.

Survival: 8

Before Shadow leaves his side Leojym will put a hand on the tabaxi's shoulder and say, "We will make it out of this strange place. This is not where we die."

As Rumble approaches him with his name matching his stomach, Leojym steals himself against his own hunger silently. "Indeed mister Rumble, we need to find food soon, that I will not be able to create. Also, we will need a way to hold water."

Leojym will help Rumble search for food and supplies.

Rumble nods and smiles gratefully before looking to Orianna. "Keep a good eye on'em, won't cha?" He asks warily. Regardless of the answer though, Rumble either leads the way with either a pensive expression or one of grim determination. 

Along the way he takes some time to fashion the remains of his shirt into a bag. Grimy and sweat-covered as the thing was, it would at least make it easier to carry back a few small things to the others. And even if this peculiar place was some madman's machinations, the genasi was getting a hang on adapting on a fly here.

As that realization begins to don on him, Rumble cannot help but shudder at the thought. 

Survival: 19