"Are we really doing this?"

As Chester continued to load up on beer, Macario muttered, "We're really doing this..." He merely hoped things wouldn't get too out of hand.

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Lina answered, "I can't really imagine Chester dying. I mean, he said he couldn't swim, but Macario should be fine... I mean, they could be dead..." Even as she said it, she failed to convince herself of even the possibility.

As the skies continued to clear, Lina and Kuhn took the Breeze to the island, avoiding the docks, which were packed with visitors. She came to realize, "How are we even going to find them? I mean, they'd probably end up here." Looking out to the cities of Stagio in the distance, her face twitched as she tried to avoid grinning, suggesting, "We should look [i]everywhere[/i] for them."

As she bounced off the gangplank, she was surprised that while there were no cities in this more deserted realm of island, among the light trees and shrubs were tents. However, the earthy colored shelters had been ruined, its folk scattered about like refuse.

Approaching, Lina gaped, "Who did this?"