[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3044582]Ari[/url]
[color=8dc73f][b]A Wild Goose Chase[/b][/color]

Her familiar was growing agitated, hopping on the mast as land drew closer. While she wasn't going to jump and scream at the boat to go faster, she did share its sentiments. Being so long at sea was quite unnerving, especially with that dark deep ocean underneath them. If the boat capsized or should anything happen to leave her stranded in the middle of the ocean, she wasn't sure she could find her way to dry land. If she didn't die by whatever lurks in the ocean that was.

As soon as they made it to shore, she took up her gears and jumped off the ship, solidifying the air beneath her feet as she walked to dry land. The salty water wasn't good for her things after all. Not to mention it would make walking around looking for other tribes very uncomfortable. How was she supposed to go about doing that in the first place? Hopefully these people has decent trackers so they could just find out where those people were, maybe bash some heads and go home.

[color=f7976a]"Well, this should be very interesting. Working with those people with barely anyone speaking my language."[/color]