As the masters were off, Dran stood alone near the shore of a beach- everyone spread out and each set on a location to keep watch. Having gotten the beach, he silently stood around as he waited for something to pop-up and happen, or get a call from one of his masters or fellow braves to be called into battle or look at something strange.

Silently, Dran sighed to himself, knowing it was best to wait than run off.