[center][h2]Xena Rock Field[/h2][/center]

The probe didn’t show much to Onweer other than Yvette’s own confusion and confirmation of some of her suspicions. And, quite honestly, she was exhausted. For now it was good enough for her to know that whatever scheme they were shoved into, it didn’t involve her imminent death as far as Yvette was concerned. “Well until you get it going, I need a rest.” She announced, then grabbed a pack of jerky and a canister of water and headed for a nearby tree. Her entire body was starting to ache with the strain of the magic she was executed and she had to let it rest and recharge. 

Spotting Ebeneezer’s body on the way out she paused, looking at his still-open eyes. Did he deserve such a death, caught in what seemed to be friendly fire? No, he didn’t. None of them did. She bent down to close his eyes and poured some water over his body as a sign of respect. Approaching the tree she was wondering who her friends and enemies were in all this, and hoping that they didn’t know just how incapable of magic she would be for the next few hours.