She straightens from the pile of canvas that will eventually be a tent as Zrstlagd makes his appearance. "Only hours of tromping through the woods," she responds dryly, thinking she'd rather take the seas any day."What took you so long?"

At Drago's demand she sighs, and holds out a hand toward his pile of wood. She pulls some power through her Gem and a small ball of fire shoots from her hand, igniting the wood and knocking the pile askew. Good enough. She wanders over the wall of the ruins, examining the pictographs. They seemed quite familiar, and yet also alien ...