An hour before the lantern-lit beauty sailed from the dark sand bay, a mule-drawn wagon arrived at the party's camp. Bells tied to its feet, the animal marched with a jingle, ensuring everyone around it knew of its master's presence.
"Kara…" Raven heaved, seeing the dark figure of the priestess faintly illuminated by moonlight.
Slowly turning to look at him standing on top of the ship, the dark elf mischievously smiled and fluttered her fingers in a greeting. Reeling her mule to a stop, she beckoned him closer so they could talk.
"Who is that exactly?" Asked Regalia, standing beside Raven with her hands folded.
Staring at Kara still, Raven whispered a response.
"Not another passenger I hope," glancing sideways at Regalia, he tried to hint at how he felt about her tagging along, but even though the wolf-girl already knew, she stared back at him with an insistent gaze that spelt…
