The scrub oak and bushes end abruptly as the earth falls away to the endless expanse of ocean. Its sparkling blue-green waters so inviting to weary travelers, many have died attempting to descend the steep treacherous cliffs for flying is far to dangerous with the waves furiously crashing against teeth like stone. If one were to make it to the thin strip of sand bellow they would find a pleasurable beach, a calm cove carved out my the waves where gryphons can relax and enjoy the cool water.
