As the dark essence came into view Yuma backed out of the tunnel, curious at this bizarre entity. What had been a metaphor for a sound quickly became reality as the creeping black appeared to take an interest in the talking snake that had appeared behind them.

"No insult is meant, visitor." he spoke, eying the levitating pebble. Of course, this was not yet their group's territory so it wasn't quite right to refer to the snake as such, but it was close enough most likely. "Your formless friend seems to have been busy"

The small aye aye leaned in slightly as the entity turned its apparent attention toward the non-serpentine members of their little gathering. Could it talk? Could it think? Could it feel? What a curious little anomaly; definitely worth the trip out here.