Hadama had not slept, except for snatches of too-brief naps here and there across the days. Torchline held most of his attention, but as leader he had connections to the wider world that he was now flexing with grim determination. He had gone to Halo first, to see the damage there himself and to assist Deimos in a hunt in exchange for a chance to request the Warden's Guild's help in Torchline when they were able.
Sohalia had already come to the coast and seen the damage herself. He had not needed to ask anything of her, for the young Heart was already giving all that she and Stormbreak could to help.
He did not know what had happened to Phoebe in the Greatwood, and King's End was small enough yet that he had not made it to their shores. But today he Aquaported into the bay of the Hollowed Grounds to seek assistance. With luck, he would find Danta in reach of the sea.
The murky water was unpleasant in the extreme to be swimming in, but his mastered water magic created fresh water around him and held the filthier currents at bay as he surfaced to look around and survey the damage for himself.
Bad... but not as bad as elsewhere, he quickly determined, and swam towards the docks in search of the region's leader. Though he didn't see Danta, the horns of another Ancient caught his attention and he made his way towards them. Her pale complexion tugged hauntingly at his memory and he slowed his approach as he swam near enough to speak, watching her in silence for long moments before he finally addressed her, weary but courteous. "Good afternoon. Do you know where Danta is?"
Sohalia had already come to the coast and seen the damage herself. He had not needed to ask anything of her, for the young Heart was already giving all that she and Stormbreak could to help.
He did not know what had happened to Phoebe in the Greatwood, and King's End was small enough yet that he had not made it to their shores. But today he Aquaported into the bay of the Hollowed Grounds to seek assistance. With luck, he would find Danta in reach of the sea.
The murky water was unpleasant in the extreme to be swimming in, but his mastered water magic created fresh water around him and held the filthier currents at bay as he surfaced to look around and survey the damage for himself.
Bad... but not as bad as elsewhere, he quickly determined, and swam towards the docks in search of the region's leader. Though he didn't see Danta, the horns of another Ancient caught his attention and he made his way towards them. Her pale complexion tugged hauntingly at his memory and he slowed his approach as he swam near enough to speak, watching her in silence for long moments before he finally addressed her, weary but courteous. "Good afternoon. Do you know where Danta is?"
