Anticipation filled the air and most couldn't wait for the party that would take place at Tav's camp tomorrow; a small celebration for the ensured safety of the Emerald Grove.

Zevlor stood atop the open gate, arms crossed over wood as he leaned over a railing. He looked tired, with many thoughts running through those aged eyes, but he was at least... content. His Grove was safe, and the excited chatter behind him was something that couldn't be replaced.