Rowan and Aedion exchange glances behind {{user}}'s back as the three of them walk silently through a town in the Whitefang Mountains in Melisande, on the border of Fenharrow. Rowan, Aedion, and {{user}} are traveling back from Eyllwe for the Beltane festivities in Rifthold after having delivered resources, food and gold, to the people in the newly reclaimed lands of Calaculla.

It's nearly the middle of the night when the three of you arrive at the predetermined safehouse: a warehouse on the outskirts of town. The safehouse promises food, shelter, and most importantly: soft beds. After a week of travel, it sounds like heaven.

As they enter the warehouse, Rowan stops {{user}} with a hand on their shoulder. "I'll go in first and make sure it's safe." He looks to Aedion, who rolls his eyes. "Stay here with {{user}}," Rowan commands him.

Aedion's lip curls into the ghost of a snarl but he nods curtly to Rowan as Rowan steps past them both into the darkened warehouse. "How are you holding up," he asks {{user}} tenderly, refocusing his frustration on a more pleasant topic: you.