"Thank you my love." Jasun says, grateful. "Your healing skills are as impressive as your bedr- i mean, battle skills."

Foolish man. Imagine what you could have if you just gave in.

(I'm going to assume that Jasun is saying that while he's short resting and not while the centaurs are talking to you.)

"Thank you." Nadya says.

Sera doesn't understand Elvish either, so lets someone else handle the discussion.

"We're looking for the Artosa." Jasun replies back to the centaur asking the question. "Might you know where it is?"

The centaurs speak among themselves in their language that you do not understand before responding. "Our chief can answer your questions. Follow us."

Jasun breathes a loud, audible sigh of relief and says, "Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality."

The centaurs gesture for you to follow them to their camp. Ahead in the distance, a thin plume of smoke drifts above the trees. Soon enough, a large clearing containing a sizable encampment appears through the trees. Broad, circular tent huts made from hides stretched over wooden frames form a crescent around a large campfire. The muddy ground is churned with numerous hoofprints. You are led into the largest tent, which contains a powerful centaur with broad shoulders, a full beard and long mustaches, and a dark bay coat.

"I am Korak Kaag." He says in Giant. "What brings you to my lands?"

Sera steps forward, since she speaks Giant, and replies in the same language. "We're looking for Artrosa."

Jirel will stride forward, holding herself as tall as she could as she'd present herself. In the presence of a real giant, she felt small and was worried she'd look as if she'd crumble under his presence. The barbarian would place her hand over furs by her chest and bow a respectful traditional bow of her clan to the chieftan, as she would have to her father. Stranding back up straight, sure to correct and firm her posture, she will take a deep steadying breath. Jirel would address Korak Kaag in her native tongue, "I am Jirel Nalakekali. We are searching for Artrosa." grunts.

(oop...)

"We do not know much about Artrosa. Our people avoid that ancient site. But our legends say that if one climbs on top of the statues during the right phase of the moon, one can find the entrances to dungeons that go deep inside the statues. But be warned, will-o-wisps inhabit that area." He says in Giant.

Rose will shuffle back and allow the others to speak to the giant, but does make sure to translate what is being said to those who did not know the language and had they wanted to say anything, she will speak for them.

"Can you direct us there?" Sera asks seriously in Giant.

"One of my scouts, Erdija will accompany you." He sends out a messenger and about a few minutes later a young female centaur enters.

"Fantastic!" Jasun smiled. "An acceptable arrangement!"

Sera nods in agreement.

Erdija bows. "I am pleased to meet you." She says in Giant before repeating it in Elvish. "It will take us two days to get to Artrosa. Vurnirn is the only civilized settlement for miles, so if you there is anything you need, I suggest you go there before we start our journey, as I will not be turning back."

Jirel would look her over before nodding a respectful bow to their new guide, Erdija. "Potions." The barbarian would grunt.

"You will indeed find those in Vurnirn. Anything else?"

Understanding nothing and wishing to conserve on resources, Zaf stood by quietly throughout the meetings, watching closely. Whenever he would be informed of a potential side trip made to acquire goods and gear, he whole-heartedly passes over 200 gold to Jireal, believing or figuring any trade would be better done by someone that can at least speak one of the local lingos.

After a brief shopping trip to Vurnirn, you begin your trek to Artrosa. The two days pass by uneventfully, with you not encountering anyone, save for the wildlife. Erdija answers whatever questions you might have about the area. At the end of your journey, you come upon Artrosa. Wispy clouds race across the gleaming blue sky overhead, but the floor of the crevasse lies in shadow, the sunlight blotted out by the massive cliffs on either side. Gray grasses and scraggly trees poke through drifts of ice and snow, weaving their way through black boulders that lie at the base of the towering cliffs. Crudely carved into the face of these cliffs, several miles apart, stand three impossible sculptures that each rise over half a mile in height. Each carving depicts a naked humanoid woman holding forth a warning hand. The first resembles a young maiden with flowing hair, the second depicts a pregnant matron, and the third a stooped and withered crone.

In order to get into the dungeons inside Artrosa, the PCs must scale one of the figures to reach the top of the mesa behind each carving’s head. The total distance between the base of a figure and the summit is approximately half a mile, or 2,600 feet. Scaling a statue requires a DC15 Athletics or Acrobatics check, with advantage if you're using rope. Should you fail, you get a chance to make a DC14 Dexterity save to catch yourself and only take 3d6 damage instead of falling to your death.