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The group packed up camp, having arrived within sights of the mysterious city of Bitzaron the night before. Was not long now until they would hopefully find answers to their questions, knowing that this was their only current lead thanks to Farlow they had met a few days prior. Raucer flicked through their notes on the communications device Farlow had gifted to them, searching for some hint on who their contact would be in Bitzaron. Eventually she found it, a name. Looking up from the d...

Raucer looked down at their new telecommunications device, gifted to them by their newest friend Farlow of The Plains as a gesture of gratitude for aiding in finding the missing whelp Tyro. This device had been hacked specifically to not communicate with The Department any more and so Alita had opted to use it as a note taking device for their leads and clues. Currently the device was leading them to Bitzaron, and had stored images of a strange piece of parchment given to them by Tyro when th...

As they approached the camp, Raucer could not help but notice there were plenty of friendly and not so friendly faces. Some of the Tsabhua and Belemoid they passed as they followed Farlow to his tent appeared crinkled with distrust for the outsiders, others tightened their grip on what appeared to be tools and weapons as they were carefully examined as they walked on. Others, however, had a smile and a wave along with a greeting as they busied themselves preparing for the nights encampment. ...

“What’s Tenné Quai?” piped up an inquisitive voice, the blue-speckled visage of Argo Navis poking up from among a gaggle of whelps, gleaming eyes looking up at their mentor. Ara, the current only Leafwhisperer of the tribe known as Moonraiders, had decided to take a number of the younglings out to the docks, after hearing of the opening of the pla...