The next two days were a whirlwind of activity. The Crimson Falcons helped put the gear into separate packs so that each adventurer would have everything they needed. Greg taught people how to use the more complicated things, like the compasses and communication crystals.
"Okay, everyone, come together!" Greg yelled and held up a small metal object with a glass dome. "This little thing will save your life more often than your weapons will."
"It's a compass that points in a certain direction, but it's been changed."
Kael looked at it closely. "Changed? It looks like a regular compass."
Greg smiled. "A normal compass points to the north. This one points to the leader of your party. The needle will always point to the person as long as they are registered through the attunement ritual."
He tapped on the glass. "Helpful if you get lost, separated, or—" he looked at Kael "—if someone here charges ahead like a rabid boar."
Kael put his arms across his chest. "That was once."
