Jäwell stared blankly at the floor for what felt like an eternity. When he finally got the impulse to stand up, he used the scent of Zuline in the shadows to find the camp. It took him an incredible amount of time to come back but when he arrived, he was stunned. Nothing could have prepared him for what was happening in front of him.
Half of the camp had already finished packing the tents and their material, the other half was actively dismounting the remaining structures. The large fire that brought warmth was cleaned and left no traces. Some horses were already prepared to track carriages and the oldest ones were ready to hit the road while the strongest were finishing the last details of the journey.
As for the Pirate crew, they have been sent to Ombrae in the blink of an eye by the Jessadians' portals. They didn't even leave an empty bottle behind them and the boat moored in the sand had not given any clues that it was here once.
