The air is steamy. And hot. Very hot. Silvan's body was slick from sweat. He felt as if the sweat was some oil smeared across his body. The river in front of him looked very inviting. He gently knelt before the holy water and lifted it to his lips. Ah. Finally, Damn heat. Now I can finally think alone.

Silvan was scouting. Despite losing his memory, he knew how to read all the signs. What animal was that, where they were headed, and how long ago?

He dunked his head under the water. Thrashing his head underwater, he lifted it and shook his long hair to help it dry. Then he began to think.

Silvan wanted to know why this "Iva Spiedel of Ladenbrook" and "Cyrrin Drukel of the Forgotten" are heading north. "What is up north?"

Cyrrin looked at him surprised. "Most of the groups went South. Going the opposite way would help us avoid them for now."

Iva joined in, "Yes, now let us get going. We need to find some shelter before sundown. Hopefully right around noon so we can have time to prepare. Silvan, are you able to scout?"

"If 't be true I has't forgotten everything, then I supposeth I wouldst has't forgotten yond as well. Nay harmeth trying. I'll wend out for a did bite and cometh backeth."

Such were the events that sent Silvan on his way towards this creek. After he returned, he was nominated scout after he told them of the animals nearby, what they ate, and where the nearest water hole was likely to be. He had to venture ahead, and return with news. Now that there was indeed a water hole, he set off back to the strange duo.

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Walking back, he heard a hiss. Looking over his shoulder, there was a snake next to his feet. It was silvery-white, with red eyes. Beautiful to behold. Deadly to he who dared threaten. Silvan stood still. If 't be true I maketh any sudden movements, 'twill certainly attacketh.

Instead of attacking, the snake disappeared into the air, wings taking form in the mist, it looked him in the eye. How he had made the mistake of thinking both eyes were red, Silvan wouldn't ever know, for the left eye was white. A glowing white. It faded away.

Silvan, very disturbed moved on. Somehow, he was not fearful of the assurance. He was reassured. For some reason, the winged serpent seemed to want to help him. Or found him interesting.

"At last, some water! The humidity of this place is killing me," exclaimed Iva. Cyrrin silently agreed. He was washing. Out of the corner of his eye, he found Sylvan watching the two of them. Probably just keeping an eye on the two of us. Silvan looked off to the side, his eyes thinking deeply. Or not. It seems something is heavy on his mind. Silvan jumped to the other side of the stream walking.

"Silvan! Where are you headed?" called out Cyrrin. Sylvan stopped.

"I'm going to taketh a behold out this way. I'll beest backeth in a did bite." Silvan replied.

Cyrrin looked over at Iva. Iva looked at him. "I think it's fine if he goes. If there is anything of note, be sure to tell us."

Cyrrrin looked back at Silvan, "If Iva thinks it's fine, then you might as well go ahead."

Silvan walked onward.

Sometime later, Silvan came out of the brush. "T seemeth yond there art a group of shelters yond way. Wanteth to taketh a behold? t wouldst beest wiser to stayeth hence, but if 't be true we're able to reasoneth with those folk."

"If we take a look, then we can gain some information about them. If we're able to, we'll strike a deal with them," Cyrrin responded.

"Leave the negotiations to me." With Iva's input, they set off towards the shelters.