Road Trip to the Dragon Isles (Deserters)
10 Newkolt 349 AC The sun has barely crept over the horizon when Arthur wakes and crawls out of his bedroll. The small camp is already bustling with activity. Altan, who stood the last watch with Granite, is stirring a pot whose savory aroma promises a simple but hearty breakfast. Granite has roused Phineas and the pair are packing up a small tent while Davaa prepares the camels for the day's march. As he passed Agnes, he paused just long enough to wrap the elf in a brief, warm hug. "How was the night?" Agnes smiled faintly as she returned the embrace. "Peaceful." She glanced toward the brightening sky. "Too quiet though. I don't think I slept as well as I usually do." Arthur released her and reached for a nearby waterskin. He took a long drink before slinging it back over his shoulder. Agnes's smile faded. "I kept expecting to wake up to someone shouting." She settled back onto her blanket, folded her legs beneath her, and clo...