Dawn arrived with coalition citizens gathering at the central plaza, more people than Luthra expected for what should have been quiet departure.
"Word travels," Misha observed, adjusting her travel pack straps, "expedition isn't exactly secret, and people wanted to see us off."
The crowd mixed representatives from every settlement under coalition protection, faces Luthra recognized and many he didn't, all gathered to witness leadership leaving for dangerous territory.
Thalia pushed through the gathering with supply additions she'd prepared overnight, her healer's instinct refusing to accept that medical supplies were already verified.
"Emergency potions, enhanced formula," she pressed the wrapped bottles into Misha's hands, "these aren't standard healing, they'll stabilize critically injured people long enough for proper treatment."
"We already have medical supplies," Misha said gently.
