"Glad to have you with us, then!" Roark replied. "I was under the impression that we'd be gathering to move on before too much longer, but I'm not entirely sure. I guess we'll just have to wait until someone who knows more of what's going on lets us in on it! In the mean time, we may as well try getting to know a bit more about each other, since we'll probably be grouped up for a while." After a brief pause, he continued, saying "Luna, where are you from? I'm somewhat familiar with a tribe of people who at least look much like you, that lives in the forest near the base of Greymountain. All I really know about them is that they are well-respected hunters, and I believe that they call themselves Talians?"

The dwarf's gruff, albeit kind, voice broke Robyn from her silent ponderings. Train of thought not derailed she nodded. “I think I have it.”

“I think we should start where it all began, the needle itself. Its just down into the bay we can be there and back on land before nightfall. Maybe we can find a clue to where he went.”

She paused, “Unless someone has another plan?”