“They probably don’t trust them,” Dawn said, following Verita toward the edge of the lake. “And they won’t. Not so easily, anyway. Visions and prophecy don’t hold much sway with most.” She shook some of the water free from her hair before padding back over to her robes. “I don’t think they’re lying, if that means anything. Can we<i>trust</i>them?” She shrugged, fastening her emerald amulet back around her neck. “I think you’re better off with them than trying to cross the wicked woods without a guide, at least.”<br/><br/>She began to slip back into her robes. It was a bit too chilly to do without, even if she’d wanted to - she wasn’t sure how the ashen elf did it. Maybe it was magic. Maybe elves didn’t<i>feel</i>cold. Maybe she was just crazy. Dawn smiled a bit at that; if anything, the elf was definitely a bit crazy. “Aviari haven’t done anything to me, as little as I’ve seen of them. And they had that chance, if they wanted it.”<br/><br/>Dawn approached the group with Verita. She was mostly preoccupied with her hair and how dry it wasn’t, but she followed the conversation anyway. Darion was his typical pessimistic self. He wasn’t wrong. He was just mean. And apparently, he’d given away the vulpari. He’d been watching them? That didn’t bother her too much. It wasn’t as if the lake was a private bath. Still, she felt a twinge of annoyance, and she wasn’t sure why. Did she feel protective of Verita?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>