Four days and three nights later a group of ranger orc found you. The sun had just climbed over the horizon and parted from the land. The sky was a light grey and a mist was retreating into the woods. From the plains you watched a small band coming through the two foot grass. The five carried the ranger paint you were familiar with. "Where have you been? Gull sent us to see if you had died. He expected you back a day ago." The orc leader looked around before continuing. "What is all this?" He motioned to the webbed people as Deillia was silently sliding down a single thread from the tree tops. "Where are the others?"