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Iridris was getting agitated. The usually calm and poised ranger was perched on a branch in the light of early day. The sun had barely breached the horizon, it's meager light barely cutting through the cool and misty haziness of the woods surrounding their campsite.
They had been waiting for days. The sorcerer, Siernan -if she remembered correctly- had come to the nearby town asking for aid as his home city, Telethos, was under siege. Many a brave adventurer had answered the call and they were all here... waiting.
"Waiting..." Iridris reiterated her thoughts.
"Why the wait? Isn't there already enough adventurers gathered to form a mighty force?"
Iridris had other reasons for agreeing to offer help. Usually, she wouldn't be bothered much by a couple of days but... something did not feel right. The current idling was getting on her nerves almost as if it was irritating her skin physically.
As she sat on the branch of the evergreen tree, her breath coming out in clouds of vapour in the winter chill, a sudden thought occured to her. Out of curiousity, she had inquired to one of Siernan's troop of the whereabouts of the City of Telethos. He had given her a rough map of the surrounding lands and Iridris felt fairly certain she could get there... with a little help. Telethos was a long way away on the only practical way to get there would be by flight or magic. Given the current situation, she was sure that staying in the group would get her nowhere. That left only one solution...
As was her nature, she made the decision almost the instant it popped into her mind. Silently, she dropped from her perch and began to gather her things.