Restless

Time stamp: Sentinel Island Camp
Day 1
Evening

After returning to camp, the Arbiter sat down with some tea to read more of Road To Salvation, but felt distracted by every animal noise or branch around the camp. She was too alert; too restless, even with the presence of Hunter and Tarmen and the assurance of their traps. She began a meditation. It didn't last long before she came out of it. She couldn't focus. Even with her own wards, she felt surrounded, like their every move was being observed by something. Waiting and watching. Voah gave up and paced the areas surrounding the site, checking for anything that could problematic to their situation. Could it be the stones? Her imagination?

There was little to discern from the (seemingly) haphazardly placed monoliths except for the fact that they signified that there was once, and probably still a presence of people in the area. The weathered stone looked very old and jungle had covered them with lichen, moss, and the detritus. She kept a nervous eye out and busied herself, eagerly helping with anything the group need, probably much to their annoyance. It was not her nature to be still after she had already meditated, performed ceremonial rituals, AND finished prayers. She would relax when she knew more about the situation. There was still the potential, however unlikely, that the rumors of fire throwing cannibal demons was true. She herself had faced a cryomancer.

Finally, evening came and Alexis returned with Nicholaus the apothecary, she slid her sword, that she didn't realize she had pulled, back into its sheath. 'This was welcome news' she thought. No one had picked them off while away. But she could not stand being patient any longer.

"Ah, come, dry yourselves by the fire. Tell us..." she let out an exhale and the burden of anticipation was gone from her tense shoulders. "Was your venture fruitful?"