"This is a bad idea. We should just wait at the camp for Dron to come." Gerax complained as he finished packing his bag.
Tempest knew that he was right. There was no real reason for them to leave without Dron besides the fact she felt as if she would go crazy if she had to stay here just waiting.
She needed to do something. Needed to be productive. There was nothing for her to help with here at the stronghold. Crilium and the rest of his men had a well-oiled machine here. Even if she wanted to lend a hand, it would feel more like she was getting in the way than actually helping anything.
"You are more than welcome to stay here. I have to go see it. This might be the only chance that I have to find out if there are more of my people here."
Gerax huffed, but he didn't stop packing.
Tempest turned and saw Mexyn moving slowly with her items. It was clear that she didn't want to go either, but she didn't complain about it.
