Dorian was seated on a log by the campsite, using his wand in order to light up the area surrounding him. “They’re taking forever…” He sighed. He gave a glance to his Fire Tongue Frog, Carlo, as he began to hear shouting in the distance. “Carlo, keep an eye on the camp.”

After a short while of sprinting through the trees, he stumbled into a tower. “Hello?” Judging by the shouting he had heard previously, he had an idea of who it may be within the tower, “..Monica?”