Stepping cautiously but openly away from the cover of the hill around which you'v all been peering, Issy notices no immediate reaction. She steps forward a bit more boldly. She enters a blasted, folded landscape of red, orange and yellow rock and dust. The earth is cracked and windswept, some fissures seeming large enough to swallow whole wagons, although she continues to keep her distance from anything distinct.

Her boots crunch in the dust, and puffs of it immediately blow away behind her. From this new angle, she can now see there is a rent in the ground only a couple hundred yards to the left of where the rest of the party shelters by the hill. The sound of crunching footfalls faintly wafts up from within it.

Her movement lets her position herself so the sun no longer blocks her view of the black specks. The distance is still too far to make out any detail, but they appear to be black humanoid figures. Inspect them as long as she might, though, none of them shows even a twitch of movement that she can make out.