Avedis shudders but remains quiet. A heaviness descends on the small party, a sense of foreboding that creeps closer and closer towards dread as the seconds tick by. The Jungle edge is still and silent. While before there was always some sound, birds, monkeys, or insects, it suddenly dawns on everyone that the only sounds in the area are the river, the waves, and your own breathing. Suddenly, almost violently, the tableau is shattered.
The river runs crisp and clear, not much sediment in it's currents, and no detrius that normally follows habitation, or civilization. The forest edge, so dark and forbidding just moments before, now appears open and inviting. The break in the jungle edge from which the river flows seems to beckon rather than threaten.