Ares had urged the group to return quickly as his dreams worried him so. He hadn't spoken of his dreams, but the others could see when he awoke that he had been spooked by something. None had asked as to why he was so eager to return, to which he was glad as he was rather embarrassed to say.
It had been a three day journey the first time, but the return was much quicker. They had reached the outskirts of the tribe, the oxfolk that roamed the plains, by the time the sun had reached its zenith. Some oxfolk had come to greet him, as they had the first time he had met them.
Seeing everything was fine, Ares relaxed. He glanced over to Lana and then smiled. "I'm glad I'm back. I've missed everyone's companionship."
