"The princess...there's not been any sign of her? No sign of anybody?"
In response to Korran and Roland, Holm quietly says, "Perhaps we steer clear of the sentinels' side of the camp? Four mages from various lands with strange connections to the Tear may not be the most welcome among their number, even in times like these."
"We found what was left of her after fighting our way to the temple. And Sareth. And Daran." Lydia says stiffly -- the strain in her voice tells you that she witnessed whatever horror was left behind first hand. "I'll hold you to that." She says to Dante as he turns to leave.
Your group is able to find space between what Lydia pointed out as "the armory" and a collection of red tents that the three mages seem to hang around. Next to them is the tent Soryn disappeared into. The next few hours (time for a short rest) go by without incident. Unless you seek them out, the guards in this outpost seem content to leave you be.
As the sun begins to set, you notice activity around the Tear begins to pick up. Black lightning arcs from the gaping hole in the sky, striking ground miles and miles away. The mood in the camp has become more tense - the guards seem on edge now.
Holm stretches out on his bedroll, using his pack as an improvised pillow. He knows he should close his eyes and try to sleep, but the activity around the tear and the mystery of the events of that day—no, two weeks—keeps him occupied in thought as he watches the strange black lightning streak across the sky, resting his right arm across his chest and his left arm on the thin metal bracer under his sleeve.
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"The princess...there's not been any sign of her? No sign of anybody?"
In response to Korran and Roland, Holm quietly says, "Perhaps we steer clear of the sentinels' side of the camp? Four mages from various lands with strange connections to the Tear may not be the most welcome among their number, even in times like these."
"We found what was left of her after fighting our way to the temple. And Sareth. And Daran." Lydia says stiffly -- the strain in her voice tells you that she witnessed whatever horror was left behind first hand. "I'll hold you to that." She says to Dante as he turns to leave.
Your group is able to find space between what Lydia pointed out as "the armory" and a collection of red tents that the three mages seem to hang around. Next to them is the tent Soryn disappeared into. The next few hours (time for a short rest) go by without incident. Unless you seek them out, the guards in this outpost seem content to leave you be.
As the sun begins to set, you notice activity around the Tear begins to pick up. Black lightning arcs from the gaping hole in the sky, striking ground miles and miles away. The mood in the camp has become more tense - the guards seem on edge now.
Roland leans against a wall and closes his eyes for a few minutes. Lojack returns from his explorations and lays on his lap, also closing his eyes.
Occasionally, one of the Druid's eyes opens, looking up.
"Hard to relax with that damn hole above our heads."
Holm stretches out on his bedroll, using his pack as an improvised pillow. He knows he should close his eyes and try to sleep, but the activity around the tear and the mystery of the events of that day—no, two weeks—keeps him occupied in thought as he watches the strange black lightning streak across the sky, resting his right arm across his chest and his left arm on the thin metal bracer under his sleeve.