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The first thing MacKensie did, when the party stopped at a suitable place to make camp, was speak to Adam.  Since the Zigmund fight, Adam and James had been suffering from fatigue a little more than everyone else.  (MacKensie suspected it had something to do with their magical reserves being so used up.)  But Adam also seemed as though he may also have a concussion.  Hospital wasn't far away, but there still might be some action involved between, so once the young man had finished creating a natural camouflage for the camp using his plant-growth magic, MacKensie was quick to accost him.

[Colour=Pink]"Adam, please try to get some sleep,"[/colour] she asked him.  [Colour=Pink]"You have looked on the verge of collapse all morning."[/colour]

After a reassuring smile and rub of the shoulder, she went on to other duties, which for her involved scouting a perimeter around the encampment for any signs of hostile creatures.  With the use of her grapplehook and nimble hops and leaps, she traversed the hilly terrain easily, her sharp eyes and ears alert for signs of life.  The morning after their very first night in Mytheria (which seemed so long ago now, even though it really wasn't) MacKensie had asked Fenna for some lessons on scouting and tracking - the more seasoned Ranger accepting - but there had been no free time available.  However, one random evening in Valhiem, the two women had been chatting over dinner and MacKensie had recieved some good advice about matters of wilderness protocol, animal tracks and other things.

MacKensie returned, satisfied that all was well as far as current activity in the area goes.  Perhaps Fenna would do a second round later, no-doubt doing a more thorough job than the novice frenchwoman.  With that done, she gladly partook in the food laid out by Zell, enjoyed a small meal, then went and took a seat on a bedroll, double-checked the bandages over her injuries and waited it out until it was time for her to leave and go to meet Clive.

Some time later...

[Colour=Pink]"It is time for me to depart,"[/colour] she said to everyone, getting up from her bedroll.  [Colour=Pink]"I will return with Clive as soon as possible."[/colour]

Before she could go, she heard, "Hey:" Zell's voice.  She half-turned back to meet his concerned green gaze.   "Watch yourself out there, kay.  If there's trouble, just disappear.  Don't be fighting on your own."

[Colour=Pink]"I won't,"[/colour] was her quick and amiable assurance, appreciating his gesture.  They exchanged a nod and then she was gone.

She'd left it a few hours, guessing that Clive's ghostly summoned steed could surely not be there and back faster than this.  Now she went back along the same path that Second Chance had taken through the hills.  Altough she'd not had the privilege of that one-to-one scout training with Fenna, just that conversation over dinner had been a boon, as she looked for footprints and broken branches to indicate she was on the right track.  She saw one or two of the classic signs (and had probably missed a truck-load too) and that was enough, coupled with her good memory, to successfully double-back over the course through the hills.

She found herself on the Main West Road, right back at the point where the flat-bed wagon had turned itself around to retreat and Clive had also left them.  Just off the road, she sat in a tree, one leg hanging from a branch as she lounged, dancing an ice-enchanted crossbow bolt back and forth over her knuckles with perfect dexterity, passing the time.

Fortunately there was no trouble in the amount of time it took to first hear, then catch sight of the Texan, coming down the road toward her.  She hopped down from the branch and walked out into the road to greet him with a smile.

[Colour=Pink]"How did it go?"[/colour] she asked, hoping he would fill her in on the details.  Once he dismissed his steed back into the non-existance, she would be ready to lead him back through the hills to their camp.