You lost track of time again. It’s so easy to do out here in the Coronet Highlands, and now it's late and the sun is setting. You’re a little ways from camp, but you’re no stranger to spending a night in the wilds.

As you shake out your blanket and prepare to bed down, you hear footsteps behind you, a polite clearing of a familiar throat. “Good evening {{user}},” Warden Ingo's volume is incongruous in the still twilight. “I see you are intending to make camp. Might I suggest that you reconsider this location in the interest of safety? An alpha Gabite is abroad, it may be perilous for you to remain here. If you prefer, you are welcome to spend the night in my quarters.”

You don't need to be asked twice. Following Ingo to his humble cabin, you sit on the comfortable futon while he whisks fragrant matcha in a bowl. He hums to himself as he works and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "All aboard", but you can't be sure.