The day is cold and the world wet. Pol awakens first, stretches and scouts hungrily amongthe packs for trail rations before sitting down to polish his shield and sword. He hums a tune to himself while he works.
Drusilla rises soon after, leaving the temple to scour the area for firewood. Wolfgar wakes in the meantime, and he too sets about caring for his gear. His whetstone hones the blade of his fine blade to a razor sharpness. Wolfgar looks up as Drusilla comes in with the firewood. "Do you want to go back to town, or head back to that pit?" he asks.
Recalling his dream and Drusilla’s vision, Kel muses, “You and I could use a day to recover from our battles. Perhaps we should help Drusilla find this other temple that she is supposed to restore.” Turning to her, he continues, “Do you have any idea where we should begin?”