<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel rubbed his abdomen again, taking deep breaths to steady his respiration again.<br/><br/>"I'll be moving ahead of you guys," he said. "I need to take a detour to see a friend that should join us, she lives near Lake Serene. I can meet up with you guys back on the shore and we can sail to Oosdorf from there, so long as we don't run into any complications."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ellaria looked up from the flowerbeds she was weeding out as she picked up the sound of a rider in the distance. Her eyes focused on the figure looming closer and closer, and she wondered who might be riding through this road by themselves. The figure seemed oddly familiar, but it was only until it was a few feet away that she finally recognized it. She loosened her grip on the sword she was about to draw and sighed with relief, waving Fenharel over.<br/><br/>"It's been a long time," she said as he dismounted. "What brings you around here?"<br/><br/>Fenharel smiled and gave her a hug. "Otherworldly invasion that threatens us all. I think you might be able to help us. We have a little group heading out to Oosdorf to try and repel the invaders. Interested?" he asked, not wasting any time beating around the bush.<br/><br/>Ellaria looked down at the rows of lilies she had just planted. "Who will take care of my garden?" she asked. "I can't just let my plants die-"<br/><br/>"I think these aliens in Oosdorf are planning far worse than killing a couple of plants. We'll be lucky to be their slaves by the sounds of things," Fenharel said, cutting her off.<br/><br/>Ellaria frowned, still looking down at her plants. "I don't like this. And I'm only going because I owe you," she said finally, retreating into her cottage to pack up. Soon, they were both on the road to the coastline, ready to meet up with everyone else.</span>