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Tiberius said, "We need to go. This position is compromised, and who knows what else is coming our way. I fear we have a long night ahead of us."
"Go where, Tiberius?" Kaite retorted. "It found us in the middle of nowhere. If he wanted us dead...well, you know."

Xen'Desh, meanwhile, barely registered Tiberius' words as he picked up the broken bow that the Warlock had dropped on the ground. [i]The Scout is a nice trophy,[/i] the Warlock had said.
[i]Dionaea Sycamore was our scout. She wielded the bow.[/i]
Panic seized him. He looked around the camp for the auburn-haired wood elf. She wasn't there. Horror dawned on him as he realized that he hadn't seen her for a long time during their journey, and considered the possibility that they had left her behind for the Warlock to kidnap. Xen held up her bow and cried out, "Has anyone seen Dionaea?"

There was no ignoring the growing pit in his stomach. The Warlock could have teleported her away, and if so, there was no possible way they'd get to her before anything terrible happened. They were too far from Fellmore and too exhausted. Yet he hated to wait even a single moment longer than he needed.

"Anyone?"