The next day started tense.
Serian had spent the morning at the administration hall gathering information, came back with news that made Nox's already bad mood worse. There were reports of Gorok's forces operating in the wilderness between safe zones and sanctuaries, ambushing travelers on the roads, capturing elves specifically but not discriminating against anyone who looked valuable enough to sell.
"We can't stay here forever," she said over breakfast in the communal mess hall. The food was surprisingly good for apocalypse rations, actual toast with something resembling butter. "The sanctuary is safe but it's not home. My people need me. I need to find where they've gathered, organize resistance against Gorok before he consolidates power in this region."
Nox nodded, chewing thoughtfully. "When do we leave?"
