Adam Phillips kept a vigilant eye on the map, his surroundings, and his team as he led them through Central Southern Mytheria. He felt somewhat out of place here for the past hour or so; the Druid did not feel like he deserved the responsibility of leadership and he was kind of surprised he was the only one who had asked for a map. James, who had apparently saved multiple lives, or MacKensie, who seemed so brave, felt like better choices. However, the man also knew [i]why[/i] he was doing this in the first place. Many days spent in the nature of northern Michigan in one world and being able to perform some kind of plant magic in this one had prepared him for this sort of task. Whatever world he was in, Adam knew nature, and he knew that he would do his best to ensure that everyone in the group made it to Valheim alive.

So far, the route had been one conductive to that goal. Light woodlands were what everyone had been walking through, with no other creatures besides ordinary forest critters seen so far. Of course, that had been by design. Adam had studied the map before this trip even began, planning to ensure they had a safe path in this new world. And that wasn't the only plan he had.

"Once the sun starts to set, we should prepare a camp for the night. We can sleep when it's dark and resume our trip in the morning. We've been active all day and could use some rest, and without sunlight we'll probably get lost," Adam said to his fellow coffin arrivals. "I doubt these things glow in the dark." He lightly waved the map and compass to indicate he was referring to them. "Does that sound good to everyone?"

It was an honest question; Adam would certainly do his best to guide the group, but he couldn't force them to stay together. Whatever happened next was up to everyone who fell from the sky.