The day after meeting with Meela Dawnstrider, the party set on their way to the western reaches of the Red Cloud Mesa, where they would seek out a way into the Brambleblade Ravine. It took most of the day to reach it, and so the best plan was to make a safe camp in the outskirts of the ravine, leave their mounts there, and then continue onwards on foot. The place looked massive, but nothing they couldn't get through with Gan Jedi's tracking skills -- and lugging a kodo along through such a place could be a dangerous ordeal.
With the first sunshine of the following day, the party ventured into the ravines. It seemed quiet for the most part, some wildlife along the way, though all seemed well until they caught first sight of massive, thorny brambles growing throughout the area. The safest sighn that there definitely were quilboars afoot in the area.
They tried to sneak their way on, but wound up triggering a lingering trap left behind by the quilboars -- the brambles around them sprung to life and tried to close in, trap the group as they were, but they managed to evade. Just in time so for a heavy fog to soon after set in, just as it had been described to them by Ruul Eagletalon. Surely the harpy lair had to be close by.
As the fog soon after turned to rain, the party spotted a few harpies in the sky. It did not seem like it had spotted them, but their best bet was that it was heading for its lair; if the party could keep chase after, perhaps they could find the place a little quicker. It was a tough job, especially as the rain turned the dusty ground in the ravine into a tumble of muddy dirt. The party soon made their way up high and dove into a set of caves for shelter.
The caves were small and dark, but the party soldiered their way on forth, their tenacity soon rewarded with a safe-seeming spot that bore a pretty impressive view of the remaining journey they had ahead; that sprawling reach of towering spires and deep-cutting canyons. Off in the distance, they could see the harpy's lair, flocked about with harpies circling what looked to be a rather unnatural set of clouds shrouding the place.
Gan took to the horn and used it to send a signal to Eagletalon -- a message for the Braves to strike come first light in the morning, carried along on the wind and borne by the elements to where the party believed they could see a scattering of tauren tents on the plains off in the distance.
Come the next day, battle would be joined.