Alyon listened intently as Fraya discussed the past of her people and some of their traditions. Compared to the first moments when they initially met she had remembered quite a lot, but in the overall scheme of things it wasn't much at all. Still, it comforted Alyon knowing that with each pasting day Fraya was beginning to have her identity return to her. It wouldn't be too long before the memories of why and how she ended up asleep in the ruins returned as well.

The two continued down the river for a little while longer, away from the large body of water that held the bathing turtle, before deciding that it would be best to set up camp before the night closed in on them too quickly. They pulled off to the side of the track into an area that had a bit of a small clearing. Alyon dropped her pack on the ground and started wandering round the area in order to collect timber for a small fire. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Once I get this started I'm going to cook up a nice, warm potato and leek soup!"[/b][/color]

As the flames flickered in the fire the small metal pot sizzled with the scents and aroma of a filling dish. Cooking was one of the skills Alyon picked up at a younger age after both the death of her mother and growing up surrounded by food stores. As she stirred the pot she wondered who this Reazai character was. It wasn't a name she was familiar with and pestering Fraya with more questions would only create friction between the two females.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"We shouldn't have too long now until we reach the Crypt,"[/b][/color] Alyon spoke as she poured the soup into two small bowls, [color=7ea7d8][b]"I'd say about half a day."[/b][/color] She sat there by the fire with her blanket wrapped over her shoulders, not because it was cold, but for the comfort and sipped from the bowl.