The path out of Theron's Rest wound through dense foliage, the sunlight filtering weakly through the overcast sky. Leaves glistened from an earlier rain, their edges damp and vibrant, as if reluctant to let go of the storm's residue. Kael adjusted the strap of his satchel, his fingers brushing the worn leather of his newly-recovered wallet, a faint reminder of his earlier frustrations. Beside him, Liora strode with the kind of casual confidence that seemed practiced, his eyes scanning the road with subtle precision.