Photina turned to the one calling himself the 'Dread Cultist'. [color=00E68A]"Nay sir, I would only seek to aid anyone who wishes to regain a place we had in common, yet lost. I would join you. I also wish for my home plane back. I wish no one harm, less they threaten to harm any ally of mine."[/color] Photina looked around, checking for hostilities betwixt those gathered tween the stones. Then, focussing intensely, she then remembered an island she knew of that had to be crossed by four miles or so of natural grass-seas, with not but a handful of trees to be seen. It was there that she remembers the call of the birds. After taking a dozen or so seconds to backtrack to the island in memory, Photina summoned four birds to scout in the local area. [color=00E68A]"These birds will help us see things. They will report back to us and we can find a path to travel on after that."[/color] The birds flew in four, seemingly cardinal, directions. Scouting almost a mile in each direction. This summoning truly drained Photina to the point of almost collapsing. With that, she sat down instead. [color=00E68A]"So what are the names of you all?"[/color] the healer politely inquired, adding [color=00E68A]"I know you now, Sir Mot."[/color]