A CROWN RETURNED GAMEPLAY THREAD

Jayne scans over the bodies but doesn't recognise any of them.

"I'm just as excited to sleep under a hanging tree as you are." Fira laughs a bit snidely, but offers no real objection. Gathering up the spoils from the poor unfortunates who no longer need it, she sets them aside for the moment and helps to set up the camp.

"I mean, unless one of those hits I took in Cheliax made me forget what a wolf is, I don't think they fly, or have scales. I'm going where you all go, but my vote is we don't get any closer than where we have to in order to find our target. You know, the one we came out here to find." Fira leans on the big tree, folding her arms.

"Cayden..." Fira muses idly, turning to look at Trenton as Jayne treats him. "You're one of those prayin' types too, right Trent? Tell me about your...guy."

The pale morning light cuts through the thinning mist, bringing the vibrant sounds and heavy scents of the clearing to life.You step onto the dew-slicked grass, your boot making a sharp, echoing crackle against a dry twig.

The air is thick with the scent of heavy, wet loam and the sharp, resinous bite of dark sap bleeding from the ancient bark. Beneath the sweeping canopy, a distant, rhythmic thud echoes as heavy condensation drops onto the mossy roots below. Nearby, a low-pitched hum of early bumblebees stirs the silence, blending with the sweet, decay-tinged perfume of wild mushrooms growing in the deep shadows. Morning has arrived!