Even as Kastor backs away, the drakes don't have a chance to bite at him as the party quickly takes his former position. A flurry of attacks come at the burning drakes, each wearing down the beasts until they fall. As they finally stop and succumb to the flames, becoming fuel for it, Kierran is puts away his scimitar and does a quick chant. Four lights come to life with a blue glow around him.

"Good job all but we need to cut it short. This fire is gonna attract more of them and others. Best we start running now. And for those of you without night sight, just follow my lights."

Encounter is over.

"Let's go then." Nasaar agrees, ready to move out.

Hari nods. "Better move fast and quiet." She wipes the blood from her sword quickly before sheathing it and returning her horn to her side.

Axon looks to Shepherd and himself as he sheaths his blade, "I am ready to proceed as well"

Rusty wipes clean his sword and dagger and walks over to pickup his handbow and will glance at the drakes to see if any of his 5 expended bolts are retrievable. He starts calculating a harness for his bow to avoid dropping it in the future. 

I am ready to proceed.

Sylvester wipes his daggers on his green cloak and stows them and follows the group.

"We ain't got time to be quiet about it. Just follow me and be fast." As he says that, Kierran starts to run. The lights follow him in a line, easy to spot and to follow. Rusty picks up his hand bow but with the group going, doesn't leave enough time to pry the bolts out of the drakes' hides. As the group follows, they notice more of the drakes. But instead of attacking, their main focus was the growing fire. The jungle started to show signs of civilized people as totems and broken weapons show about. Eventually leading to a forested part of the jungle, stopping the party as they come to wooden fortifications.

"Alright...this gotta be the place." He starts to trail about the wall. "Should be an entrance around..." As the party starts to look for the entrance, a very sweet scent wafts through. You also notice that the fire has gone down considerably, mostly leaving a smoking column. After a few minutes, the party finds an open part, leading into a village. The entrance was ridden with arrows and broken spears, as the buildings in the village. Most of the homes had either their doors knocked in or were burnt down. Yet a large building in the center of village is clean, without any arrows, debris, or even dust upon it.

"...Guess this place wasn't totally abandoned..." Kierran looks about the building. "But this does look like the place...let's head in." 

Axon looked at all of the arrows and broken spears, it was evident that whoever lived here favored a martial approach to magic. Something he would keep in the back of his mind as they progressed. Shepherd let out a low growl as he processed what he was seeing, he sensed danger. Axon gripped the hilt of his blade, and kept his shield on arm in case they were attacked as he moved forward behind Kierran.

Rusty hears the mechanical canine's growl and draws his sword and dagger, in this low light he will not be very accurate with his ranged weapon. Rusty makes a note to see if improving his low light vision is a possible alteration.

Nasaar follows the others inside the fortification, glancing to see if there is any way to close the outer gates and keep the drakes out or not.

Hari follows as well, hand on her sword.

Kastor casts Guidance on Nasaar and follows the rest of the group.  "How is everyone doing?  Anyone need healing?"

Sylvester draws a dagger and follows Kierran. 

Does Sylvester recognize the sweet smell?

Inside the building, you find a maintained shrine. A few stone pews and an golden idol at the shrine. The pews have been dusted, the idol cleaned, and a lone dragonborn is sweeping before it. It takes a moment for him to notice the party and he gives a slight bow, 

"Fekiikiri travesh."

For Nasaar -

Nasaar gives a bow of respect to the dragonborn.  He speaks in dracconic...

"Vinxa," He replies, "Si majaka svern sia ominak ekess widegoa drekim ir di eluithol. Wux nomag isilith ve lae vi Flohl. Svabol dronilnric wux shio ekess wer heeka?

Translation -

 Kierran perks up as the dragonborn says the last word. He takes a wad of cloth out of his pocket, unwrapping it to reveal a amulet. "Uuh...soves ekess wer taoul...? Did I say that right?" The dragonborn stares at the amulet for a moment then nods. "Your Draconic is weak but yes, I understand. You seek guidance for the city. As it was decreed, I shall light the way when you prove your martial glory." The dragonborn says in Common.

Sylvester wants to take in everything that he can see in the shine.

He will also sit at a pew and say a small prayer to his own patron.

Nasaar takes a moment to translate everything for the others.

As the Dragonborn mentions martial glory Axon's hand grips even tighter than it was on his longsword's hilt. "You expect us to fight you?" he says in his typical low monotone voice.

Hari tilts her head at the mention of martial glory, but doesn't say anything, yet.