In the morning, following the celebration that lasted well into the night, the camp was unusually quiet. Unlike usual, most were still asleep or still dragging their legs about. As for the warriors and scouts, they didn't have the same luxury and were already up and about, the same could be said for those in the working category.
Lance sat at the central fire, a map spread out before him, his eyes scanning the markings Zarra had left on it. Her scouts had returned late the day before, but he hadn't been able to check the map to study the problem. Sure enough, it was a troubling news concerning the surrounding territories.
"You're frowning again," Rynne said as she approached, her spear resting against her shoulder. "Should I be worried?" He said with a smirk.
Lance glanced up, a warm expression on his face, looking at Rynne before it morphed into a more serious one. "Rynne… well, probably."