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[Center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken[/color][/center]

A yawning Fionn gratefully accepted a plate of food and settled onto a nearby log to dig in. The contrast between the chill morning air and warm meal was a pleasant one and he let the heat and taste sweep the cobwebs from his mind. The other two were conversing across the small campsite, apparently more comfortable with each other after their recent battle. That was a good thing. They would need that bond before this was over.

[color=fff200]"It would certainly be a very long journey for most groups on this planet. Luckily for us I have a way to fix that." [/color]He motioned with a small eating knife towards to east. [color=fff200]"Our initial target is a rather peculiar monument in the Rzailian wastelands. Some sort of obelisk atop a mountain of corpses from the descriptions I've heard. It's supposed to hold some clues that might point us in the right direction. The only problem is that it's a several week long journey across extremely hostile terrain. I'm not even sure if the cart could make it without going slowly and very carefully. Which we don't have time for."[/color]

The knife flipped around and pointed in the almost exact opposite direction. [color=fff200]"I have a starship."[/color] He couldn't help the dramatic pause that followed. Then he remembered that one of his companions had probably never even heard the word before. He looked over at Grug and explained. [color=fff200]"It's a device that will allow us to reach the obelisk within minutes. Treaties keep me from flying it around willy nilly so I normally land it somewhere out of the way and reach my destination on foot."[/color]