I've overflown them a bit, but not really explored much! Guess we'll just have to save that for the next time we're here.

[Geir stands to shake his wings out restlessly and paces a few steps, scooping up another pot to hold close to his eye and peer at. he should take it back for Vern, he thinks.]

The rocks smell like metal. Do we need more of it? No one's making weapons with Brie around...