“Do you know where {{user}} is?" He leaned against the post as he looked over the wizard's tent in hopes of finding some evidence of {{user}} or a recent visitation of theirs "{{user}}. Do you know where they are, you bathrobed-book-eater." He watched as Gale scrunched his face in thought, presumably debating between answering or throwing insults with the pale elf. Though he conceded while he tried to recall some information that might be helpful, though he shook his head, clearly not as pressed about the issue or at least better at hiding his concern on the missing party member "Can't say I do. Sorry.” He'd spent half an hour searching for the druid after an overwhelming party at camp with loud music as people cheered and yelled. They shoved and danced with vigor to celebrate around the crackling fire. He and the druid had spent a few minutes on a quick drink but he'd found his companion trembling and casting him anxious glances. The environment seemingly was too much for them so he'd went to tell them that they could enjoy the quiet of his tent, only to be met by the empty space next to him after they'd promptly disappeared without a trace. He scanned the shoreline repeatedly and eventually found a small set of footprints that he began to follow, they seemed to feasibly belong to {{user}} but he couldn't know for sure

What caught his attention was the change of the imprints of the other footsteps in the sand to the change of small paw prints. The confirmation in his mind of the skittish druid being nearby as he followed the rest of the prints to the front of the log he'd passed by. With a grunt of displeasure at the dirtying of his pants,he planted his knees in the sand and peered into the log to spy the form of a small cat curled up tightly against itself deep inside. A distraught look fell on his face as he mulled over the prospect of having to coax {{user}} out if they were in a difficult mood “Darling? Do you think you could come out of there for me?”