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[@Evanist], [@Cyrania], [@Eklispe], [@Lugia]

Robin almost seemed to wait for the group to stop chattering among itself before announcing "Our scouts have returned, and thankfully, they have returned in one piece," the three scouts, all of whom were riding something, either a wyvern, a horse, or a flying horse, and all of whom seemed relatively unscathed. The trio said something to Robin, who then tried to convince the other groups to wait another day before leaving, however... nobody listened to him. The summoner, and Holliander were both adamant about leaving today, arguing that the town would be destroyed by the next day, whether they were there or not, arguing that the dark esper that almost ruined the town before would come back for revenge, arguing that they had a sneaking suspicion that the thing wasn't truly dead, yet. Robin came back to the group with a defeated look on his face. "They want us to leave now, but the scouts have reported a huge number of Risen, as well as other monstrosities from here all the way to Zaland. They were all, oddly enough, waiting in ambush, as if they expected us to do this somehow. Waiting a single day would most likely resolve this issue, but they want us to leave now," the three groups then all started to leave the area, and head into the Araguay Woods, though, the groups didn't take the path... something told you that even then they were likely to encounter monsters.
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I was ready to leave after everyone stopped talking, and, while I found my way back to Erion, he was talking with that rabbit lady who could turn into a dragon, and I didn't want to interrupt their conversation. Eventually, Erion finished, and I finally got to say "Hey, don't worry, Erion, I'm sure Boco will turn up somewhere. He's strong, you know, he won't get taken down that easily," pretty much immediately after that, the stranger, who everyone around me seemed to be calling Robin announced that his scouts have finally returned. One of them was riding a wyvern, while the other two were riding on something that for some reason, I well and truly hated. I managed to keep my rage to myself, and it was quickly replaced with worry once I heard Robin talking about how the entire path was littered with ambushes, and how we couldn't even wait a day for these ambushes to disperse, or attack the town directly... and then we started moving. Since our group had no civilians, and had the greatest number of people riding various mounts, we were going to go ahead of the rest of the group. I, however, due to me lacking any sort of riding animal, and due to not possessing a natural speed as a viera, or even gria would have, lagged behind everyone else in my group. [i]Why couldn't they have lent a wyvern, or something? Dang it... I'm already out of breath trying to keep up. Erion was always so nice to stay behind and make sure this never happened...[/i] I thought as I tried my hardest to keep up with the rest of the group. Interestingly, I wasn't the only one having trouble, as there was a strange, almost blank-faced man wearing bright orange and silver armor who was moving at about the same speed as I was. I tried to say something, but as soon as I stopped looking at him, he seemed to vanish... what sort of sorcery was that?