[center][h3][color=1a7b30]Araguay Woods[/color][/h3][/center]

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


	As the survivors began to settle about the camp, an eerie silence blanketed the make shift outpost. As the civilians and soldiers began to settle at their posts, watches were being arranged by the few warriors that remained. At this point, any and all volunteers were accepted- even those who would normally be considered to young found themselves armed with bows and staves (along with very simple spell lessons). Near the center of camp, a larger tent stood out above the rest: adorned with emerald tassels and a white banner hanging from the center post. This was obviously the command tent, and one could expect to find the leaders inside- even despite all the building drama. It was at this point the warriors were on their own- with no orders to follow or immediate call to arms, they were left to their own devices.

	Those who paid attention could see a collection of Viera separating themselves from the rest of the refugees and heading off into the woods- despite the protest of some of the others. Others could see a gather of soldiers around a fire, several wounded with arms and heads bandaged as they seemed to discuss something with great fervor... Though unable to hear much of their discussion, one could not ignore the hint of anger that lingered in the subtle whispers. Another rumor was quickly spreading about the camp: apparently the leaders were meeting at the command tent to discuss the fate of the expedition and possible change in command- which wasn't at all surprising since the declaration of a traitor at the helm. Many were discussing the possibility of the Summoner taking control, while others suspected the new comer Robin to take the reigns, perhaps it warranted investigation.

	Whatever course of action the heroes decided, tonight finally seemed to grant them peace and time to gather their thoughts, one might suggest they use it wisely.