The sun is peaking over the trees. The brisk air is brings a chill through Gabriel's body.
The camp is quiet, and it seems everyone is asleep or in their tents resting. Though Gabriel isn't sure that the undead sleep, maybe they do.
He plans to sneak away from camp without disturbing Alessia, he would like to tell her goodbye, but it would make it harder for him to go. Donn and Zagreus are aware that he will depart without a word.
They provided him with a way to communicate with them. It's a raven. He just needs to do a whistle, and it'll pick up whatever Gabriel has for them.
Gabriel packs his bag with water, food, a map, and a weapon. He takes a deep breath and steps out of his tent, ensuring not to make any noise. The morning mist is still thick in the air, and he can barely see a few feet before him.
