Falco awoke with a start at the sound of barking, reflexively drawing his pistol as he bolted up. His eyes darted around their small shelter as he stood tensely before holstering the firearm. He breathed a sigh and asked rhetorically, “I see Drisk and Lander decided to talk a walk…” then added, “I see that at least you are awake, Yoshe. Oh, as well as the telepathic cat it seems. Well, I have dealt with heavy sleepers before, and I have found a rude awakening is the best approach.” He waved his hand in an arc, and just as easily as the hut had appeared, the walls winked away into thin air. The people leaning against its walls, namely Keladry and Athradien, toppled to the ground as their supports disappeared. “Not the best way to make friends, but it gets the job done.” The morning light flooded their campsite now as the forest became alive with the sounds of nature.
Not waiting for a response, Falco turned his gaze southwards. “There they are. I suppose I will go get them. Wait here; I will only be a moment.” Falco trudged off into the forest, following the tracks left by Lander’s large dog persona. It was not long before he came upon the two men, still unaware of why they were out here or of the conversation they had just had. “I do not suppose the term ‘unity’ means anything to either of you? We are supposed to be a team, and considering the circumstances do you think it wise to wander off into the unknown? No matter, the others are waking up as we speak, in one way or another,” Falco said, sounding slightly irate. He beckoned them back to the campsite.
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