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

[@Lugia][@Evanist]

	As the duo began to scout the established stables, they couldn't help but notice the dwindling number of beasts that were located there. Though the numbers weren't exactly astronomical in camp, they could see that merely a few chocobo and a couple of horses strown about the area protected by a shoddily hastily fashioned fence. Yet, off in the distance, a familiar sound rung in Erion's ear. As his gaze was directed over towards the east, his eyes would land upon the wyvern that had escaped Dorter, along with the human stablehand. The human was clearly favoring the beast, tossing it scraps of meat while patting it's flank. The wyvern seemed much more content then before, but why were they suddenly here?

	Regard, Boco was no where in sight, and the chocobo that remained still had their saddles strapped onto their back. Though their riders were nowhere to be seen, and some had spatters of blood upon their feathers. Though none seemed to be in too poor of health, there were still some who held minor wounds and limped around their pin.

[@Eklispe]

	As Arus began to write, he'd hear a audible thud of a heavy individual sitting beside him. If he looked up, he would see the porcine being from before in Dorter, his gaze focused nowhere as he stared off into the distance. An akward silence lingers over before the being snorts and begins to speak, "Va'Gaji is dead. He died during the ambush," the creature gave a mixture of a snort and a sigh as he hung his head, "He was wrong about you all it seems... Now he'll never get the chance to appologize. The pig-headed fool," the creature couldn't help but chuckle at his own remark. For a moment, his gaze would linger upon the fire before turning his attention fully to Arus, "I want to appologize for him. We owe you and your people alot more than we can say."

	With that, the pigman didn't wait for a reply, merely standing with another grunt before lumbering back into the camp. For the first time since his arrival, Arus did not feel the eyes of the natives upon him. Instead, it seemed like this experience had mended whatever bad blood had been harbored. Still, the night was uneasy as the sobs of the people could still be heard lamenting over the dead and dying. At this moment, a figure would emerge from the command tent, making it's way over to the Veira that had just began their trek into the woods. They can't have gotten far... But who was that who emerged from the tent? And why were they heading off into the woods?