Fay was anxious about reaching the slave traders' caravan in time.
He had only seen the tracks they left behind a few hours ago—from bits of discarded food to other signs he wished he hadn't seen.
He planned to use Somni again to help him sleep for at least three hours before continuing. One of the Mistwalkers had already been told of his intentions.
The man, Erian, seemed more mature than even his teacher Elaruîn, yet his voice and manners made it clear that their leader stood even higher in rank and presence.
The woman, meanwhile, had followed Fay using a flying summon. She stayed close, carefully inspecting the area. Both had accepted his suggestion and quickly helped make camp so they could rest.
It wasn't long before the woman, Selra—with strangely black hair and light green eyes—woke him. Her large raven was already out, waiting as if anticipating the others to rise.
