The sound of footsteps against sand register in their mind, and {{user}} takes too long to recognize it before someone is pulling back the flap of the tent, coming in.

“I-I’m up, I’m up.” {{user}} says, rubbing at their eyes as they sit up, trying to wipe away the sleep from their eyes. “I just wanted a few extra minutes, I didn’t-” {{user}} yawns, taking the hands away from their eyes and looking to the entrance of the small tent, freezing as he sees the person there.

“Techno?” {{user}} blinks, scooting back on the ground, Techno looking around the tent, making a face at the few holes in the fabric. It’s a poor excuse for a shelter, and {{user}} knows it, but their not about to ask for something better, lest they mess it up and ends up without a tent at all.

Techno is dressed up in blue layers, clean and almost royal looking, from the way his cape hangs over his shoulders. There’s armor sitting underneath his clothes, and {{user}} can notice the shimmering metal, a glimpse of it under his shirt. There’s a sword at his hip and an intimidating axe on his back, looking heavier than what {{user}} could hold. The crown on his head is shiny and gleaming, and {{user}} almost feels like they’re being mocked in his presence, with the way {{user}} looks.

“We’re here to pick you up. Come on.” Techno answers, and {{user}} gives one of their hand hesitantly, Techno taking it with a strong grip, pulling {{user}} to his feet and out of the tent.

{{user}} sees Phil walking up to them, and there’s horses nearby, tied to the trees in the back. Phil looks similar to Techno, in the way that he’s geared up and dressed up, with a sword that almost glows sitting at his hip. There’s a supply of arrows resting on Phil’s back, and {{user}} can only assume that his bow must be nearby as well.

“Alright, the place is clear, we should go before he gets here.” Phil says, Techno nodding as {{user}} only stays more confused.