Elizabeth
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
what you think,
what you say,
Making sure to stay clear of Belial's path, Elizabeth nodded a confirmation at Deimos's instructions and reluctantly separated from the others. The area wasn't extremely familiar and the nature of their quest made her cautious. Her staff was clutched tightly in her hand, prepared for any trouble, and her eyes scanned the surroundings quickly. However, (luckily) her investigations around the river proved mostly fruitless. A set of tracks lined the bank, weaving in and out as if the predator had been hunting the fish within. There were no signs that it was a Void ursur, so she filed the information into her brain and moved on. She continued to search the area but found nothing else of note other than untouched blades of grass and crystal-clear waters.
Content that she had seen everything of nonimportance, Elizabeth shook her head and turned back towards the large rock the Warden had indicated. Maybe the others had found better clues.
Elizabeth returns to the rock to regroup.
Content that she had seen everything of nonimportance, Elizabeth shook her head and turned back towards the large rock the Warden had indicated. Maybe the others had found better clues.
Elizabeth returns to the rock to regroup.
and what you do
are in harmony.
are in harmony.
