Satisfied with Elthan’s change of heart Praethon looked at the map. Elthan had marked the detailed path of their journey so far on it. Her estimate seemed right to his eyes. As he kept looking at the map he noticed that the routes of the Phoenix’ led to an area in the middle of the southern half of the sweetwater sea, but not any landmass or island. Confused he wanted to ask Elthan but noticed her absence. Quickly he tucked the map into his bag and rushed through the camp. “Elthan is gone.” he stopped next to Johly, she looked around the camp, then nodded. “I fear she is making a dash for Reedheim. She was very anxious about getting there, fearing her time was too limited.” again Johly nodded. She put her finger on his lips. “You and the rest of the group make it to Reedheim as fast as you can, I will track Elthan.” it was Praethons turn to merely nod. “And stay close to the female warriors, the Naga would want to avoid them.” she winked before hasting into the underbrush herself. “Be safe. By our ancestors and the undying starlight, be safe.” he whispered as she was far out of hearing range. Sighing he walked to the leading warrioress explaining why temporarily he had to lead the expedition, hoping that soon Elthan and Johly would return, as he felt terrible in a leading position. “I know what you mean.” the leading warrioress also sighed, feeling his discomfort with leadership. Upon arriving at the settlement Praethon learned that it was named after its location. The entire village rested on pillars in the damp ground, built right into the shallow flooded reed. Oddly enough his feeling of homesickness lifted upon the sight of the human village. He figured it was because it was built into the reed and surrounded by it. It grew tall in between the individual buildings, much like the trees in an Albin village or town. “Welcome strangers.” a tall man who seemed to consist only of muscles and long blond hair approached the group, he had been tending a cart filled with scythes and hay-forks before. “Greetings!” Praethon smiled to cover his anxiety, Frank stood close to him, his fear of an impending attack seemed to have lifted. “Your arrival had been announced by the two women.” he pointed to the village, indicating that they were still there. “You really track the fire birds?” he couldn’t contain his curiosity after introducing himself as Eric. “Indeed we are.” Praethon grew more confident, seeing that Eric was a simple but kind man. Other people of his village came out of the reed to witness the arrival of the Albin party, the square on the mainland before the village entrance was wide and trampled, the route which followed the shoreline lost itself in it. “Sadly we can’t offer you much, market day is over.” Eric pointed around himself at the square that doubled as staging area for hunting parties and marketplace. “We do not require any of your goods, as we are looking for the Phoenix’. We would however request your permission to set up camp for the day and the night on your square.” Eric turned around and looked at the others of the village, after a few moments he turned back to the Albin. “Of course.” he greeted the guests before leaving to tend to his duties. Quickly the warriors dispersed to set up the camp, while Johly emerged from the village. Elthan had been locked inside a boat house, the only building she couldn’t harm or insult people. Precautionary Johly had taken the Jal’bothan from her, so the priestess wouldn’t destroy the property of the humans. “They are very kind, and generous, but also proud people.” Johly summed up what she had learned about the inhabitants of Reedheim. “But I think they also have a darker more warring side to them, on display above every entrance are battle axes and swords.” to her Praethon seemed a little distant as she tried to get him closer to the village. “Do they have anything to say about their neighbors?” he leaped out of his reluctance to step closer to the water than necessary.”Not much other than they know of their existence and that they never had any lethal incidents with them.” Johly studied his composure.

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