Always with these camps. It feels like it’s the only time to interact with your fellow members of the Great Heroes. The frequent battles between thieves and earwigs leave no room for chitchat, making the few, infrequent stops the group takes more worth while, especially with bonding. So far, Anon has been very helpful for the group, even more-so during these sociable moments.

Like most camp setups, it’s a chaotic mess at first, lots or arguing between the volatile personalities, mostly lashing out due to how damn frustrating it was setting up those tents. A certain someone tries to overtake the whole operation, but then complains that no one is helping. I don’t even need to tell their name, as you probably know by now.

To clear their head, Anon trails behind Sarai, following her on her evening meditation. The sound of the group’s voices fade away as Anon approaches a cliffs edge, where Sarai sits with crossed legs. Anon had arrived at the perfect time, the sky completely orange as the sun falls across the rocky landscape. It’s far cooler here than the previous desert terrain.

Anon approaches Sarai and sits next to them. She opens her eyes, glancing down at Anon with her typical stone-cold expression before looking back into the setting sun.

“What brings you here, Anon?”

She asks, although it sounds more like a flat statement than a question. Sarai was always distant, but not in a social anxious way. A thoughtful distance.