Orin guided his griffin, lighting it down atop one of the mighty peeks, highest of them all. Dark clouds hungover, threatening rain and thunder. An ominous wind blew, sending a chill up the Drow's spine. He watched as the members of his team managed to smoothly, on the most part, guide their griffins to the ground alongside his own.
"I know this journey hasn't been that fun so far, now here's where things start to get interesting." Orin smiled broadly, his pure white teeth standing out against his obsidian colored lips. "Darkie, you said you use dark magic. I was hoping you would..." Orin leaned in and whispered the name of a spell to Darkie, one that would cost a lot of energy to cast. "Can you do that for me? It's the only way to enter, that I know of."
While Orin is whispering to Darkie the storm breaks lose, sending down a shower of rain. For those with keen senses they can tell the rain is not natural, that there is a strange smell to it. It can also be noted that it appears as if someone is lurking behind a jagged collection of rocks behind Orin. The griffins appear on edge and irate, flicking there tails and twitching their wings.