Player FelineFine was far from pleased with the current state of plans. Especially as it was apparent that any and all such plans might as well be thrown out the window. She ripped another vine from the stone column and stepped examining the weathered markings. Her pure black fur rippled as she frowned and pulled out a small pocket book filled with notes. Her powerful feline form paced between the column and surrounding rubble, occasionally adjusting her glasses. Her storm grey eyes crinkled around the edges as her frown deepened and she let loose a sigh, rotating the book until it was upside down and looked from it to the column a few times before squinting and giving a short nod. This was the place.

  The book snapped closed and she motioned to the line of wagons waiting. “Here, this is the place.” Her voice was firm and there was only a breath of silence held after the words rang out through the trees and crumbling ruins of what once was a great city that was now cradled by vines and detritus. Voices of the caravan people called out around her and they began to fan out to find, or make, level spots.

  FelineFine motioned up her menu and selected the message function. Her message was short and simple as she tapped it out and clicked send. With a wave the menus were gone once again and she looked at the column again. Silently she reached out and laid a paw on the sigil in the center.