[@Grade] Trekking into the forest alone, Wheelo soon found himself in the midst of nature's greenery. The vegetation seemed to grow more exotic the further in he went, and there was something subtly unfamiliar about it all. Maybe it was the dragonflies the size of human palms flying about, or the eerie sound of barely audible ambiances in the distance, or the vaguely alien aromas that lingered in the air. As he went along, he couldn't help but get the feeling that there were unseen eyes on him, trailing him stealthily from the shadows. From the odd flickers of a silhouette in the trees, to the snap of twigs from movements that weren't his own, it seemed there was something out there very aware of his presence. Or it was just this place, playing tricks on his imagination? He had walked some ways into the woods by now, but its depths seemed to stretch on much deeper. One could easily get lost in this place if one wasn't careful. [@Pakde] [@A5G] The old man amongst the survivors seemed to take particular note of Wheelo's venturing off on his own, as he stepped up towards Sonia and the expedition group. "I'd like to go as well," he said in a firm voice that made his matured age seem like an asset rather than a liability, even in adventuring. He then glanced off in the direction Wheelo went, his already stern look growing even more grim. "I saw that fellow in the wheelchair roll off into the forest on his own. We shouldn't be wandering off by ourselves like that. Best to stick together in a situation like this." "You sure you can handle yourself old fella? This isn't some light nature walk we're going on." Wyland commented, giving the old man a discerning look. The old man glared at him, the hardness in his look saying more than any words could. "I might be old but I can hold my own. You best be sure you can as well, sonny." Wyland smiled, raising his hands in concession. "By the way, name's Gideon," the old man stated, placing his hand at his sword belt where an ornate rapier clung. "I'll be ready whenever."