The pass loomed above her, reminding all who looked upon it of the reason it was called 'dragon tooth'. The jagged edges curved and jutted, the cold grey of the stone was about as unfriendly as anything could get. The red head looked around. for someone to let her out. She had her passport, and a few scrolls which held legal precedents, for successful peace making events. She cleared her throat, passport in hand, and waited for the gate guards.