Back at Valoran, the council walked together between the various tents, their boots crunching over the muddy ground as they moved.
Their conversations held an air of concern and anxiety, the knowledge that their safety had been compromised was not a comforting one. They stepped carefully around the mounds of dirt and stone, the construction in full force despite the dangers that it presented.
They reached the tent of their resident food maker, a small and lively woman who was always humming a song as she worked.
The council gathered behind her, watching her work and making mental notes about how many of each item she had managed to assemble.
The woman glanced up and her face fell upon the presence of the council, concern immediately crossing her face. "Oh my! I didn't expect the council to pay me a visit, everything alright?" she asked them.
"Well, everything was fine until now." one of the council members replied sternly.
