(Sorry for my absence, everyone. Without farther delay, let the game resume!)
You finish your rest without any farther troubles, sleeping for another two hours or so. As mentioned before, the torrential downpours of the Wastes seemed to have slacked off for the moment, granting you a better view of your surroundings. The mountain pass you just came through looms behind you, and ahead stretches miles upon miles of plains and grasslands. Small trees and shrubs grow here and there, but the terrain before you remains flat and featureless. Welcome to the Southern Wastes.
"Everyone wait a moment. There's a little thing I can do with Stolas to scout ahead." Anastasia holds on to Ora's hand for support as she transfers her senses into Stolas and flies up and ahead, looking for any dangers."By the way, I'm completely blind and deaf while I'm doing this, so give me a little tap if you need me."
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He chuckles at Slasher then Gig notices the smoke is in the direction of his old village. "Need to go. Be aware of your surroundings." He will let everyone collect their belongings then will lead the way to the smoke.