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

It was nice having a person with sharp ears around. It kept one from doing stupid stuff like walking past what was hopefully some much needed help. Fionn turned and followed Nakreyya through the small forest of skeletal grey trees. He couldn't tell if they were dead and had simply been protected by the geography or had somehow found a way to survive in this wasteland. Didn't particularly care which one it was either.

Their path took them out of the riverbed they had landed in. Eventually reaching 'solid' ground and the people they were searching for. It was a trio of heavily armed adventurers from the look of things. Although they didn't posses the familiarity of a well traveled party. Perhaps they had joined together for thus mission in a tavern just outside the wastes.

Or maybe they had all joined that caravan the mage could see a little ways off. No way to know for sure without talking to them of course. Not unless either of his companions were psychics and had failed to mention it.

[color=fff200]"Greetings fellow travelers."[/color] He called out. His helmet attached to his belt for the moment. [color=fff200]"Have you also come to prevent Karnorouri's unsealing? Or has your caravan simply chosen to rest here."[/color]