Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

37 shows that he is an excellent navigator. Never losing sight of the dragon, he discovers a pattern to Dubdub’s flying, swooping in and out of the black leaves above. Despite the frequent moments where he seems to disappear from view, the Warforged intuitively is able to help guide the half-elf next to him.

All the while, they hear the random attacks taking place in the water on the side of them. Laulalith’s illusions seem to be working very well. There are fewer of the red eyes visible on their heels as the begin to put space between them.

Tryne instinctively follows the guidance of 37’s beside. His connection with the elemental within continues to grow. It dawns on him that while some within the group seemed to struggle with their magic within the swamp, the magic within the cart in unaffected. The Khoravar can feel an excitement within the sizzle of the lightning pulling the cart. Almost like a horse that revels in the speed with its rider. Tryne cannot help but share this exhilaration.

With just the three in the bouncing cart, they watch the night sky blink out of view as they pass large trees. Virtue begins to struggle more aggressively against her bindings. Leith tries to calm her as best he can.