While the others conversed, Sigrun remained silent. Typically because she doesn't have much to say, and also because of the awkward feeling lingering from the night before. The walk persisted much longer than usual, she was so used to the trek from Veloen to the lake that it had become natural. Oddly, the strange feeling from yesterday seemed to actually grow larger as they closed their distance to the forest. Maybe it was the fact that they were traveling to uncharted wilderness? She had never been in these parts before. Maybe... maybe it could be what they call worry, or possibly, fear. She had never really experienced such things before, considering that she was trained to keep her cool in any situation, but... for some reason this was different. Still, this did not deter her from joining her companions, but in fact strengthened her resolve. If her feelings were sound, the fate of her friends could be dire. She didn't wish for anything terrible to befall them.<br/><br/>Eventually the forest came into view, and Zel swapped positions with Ahmaht as leader. The abrupt change in scenery was quite unnerving, but she did not let this deter her. Following Larea's lead, she grabbed onto the stone man's sleeve. The scorched earth plagued the land for miles, the natural debris left from the disaster crumbling underneath the knight's iron boots. Come to think of it, she wasn't sure what the urgency was to leave other than Zelgodis wishing to visit a monument there. It felt somewhat unfair to leave their guide, but it seems their goal was important enough not to be delayed any further. Could it be related to what occurred to her last eve? The source didn't seem to be much farther, but she was worried what might happen at their destination.