Morning came, but Dyne did not sleep. The person he had known for hundreds of years, Kainah, had been captured, enslaved and killed right in front of him, and the image played throughout his mind on repeat. The caravan, now leaderless, had to move on or they would eventually become a meal for the Merrah. While not everyone shared his (and Kainah's) wish to reach Haven, they all agreed that following the map would be their only hope of salvation. While some left in the night (like the gemmed selunari, Sebastian), most did stick around, making what preparations they could, and Dyne did his best to lend a hand or directing people where to go or what to do. Was it his place to do so? Probably not, but he felt responsible for the people here and he was going to make sure they all got out of this alive and eventually, to Haven.
Throughout the day, Dyne walked with the different members of the tribes, trying to collection as much information as he could, so he could best use their abilities to lead to the caravan's success. While some were suspicious of the elf, others were more forthcoming about who they were, which was much appreciated. They were going to get through this trial together, and the key to their success would be information. (Here are the questions that he was asking) https://forms.gle/LwebwuKtTwRC3fUf8)
Dyne reached his hand into his pocket, thumbing over a trinket from the past, remembering the promise he made that they would go to Haven... and this was a promise he would not break.
Throughout the day, Dyne walked with the different members of the tribes, trying to collection as much information as he could, so he could best use their abilities to lead to the caravan's success. While some were suspicious of the elf, others were more forthcoming about who they were, which was much appreciated. They were going to get through this trial together, and the key to their success would be information. (Here are the questions that he was asking) https://forms.gle/LwebwuKtTwRC3fUf8)
Dyne reached his hand into his pocket, thumbing over a trinket from the past, remembering the promise he made that they would go to Haven... and this was a promise he would not break.