After the Signless' sermon that night, the entire crowd starts to socialize, whether it’s through cooking something over the fire or dancing in circles to folk songs.

You, however, are not one for joining in the communal spirit, warm and welcoming as it is. You just sit along the edges of the clearing, by the tall trees. And it looks like one of the closest followers of the Signless, the Psiioniic, also had the same idea, as he seems to just be checking the perimeter with unease.