Entertained by elves the hours of stillness required for you to regain your focus pass by with enjoyment. Disciplined in both mind and body, Rose is able to fight off the fatiguing grip of the wine that beckons her to rest longer in the morning, rising instead to join Kasumi as the human prepares to leave for the land of the goblins. The elves, lacking such training, are for the most resting deeply in a scattered and order-less formation around the two tents and camp fire.<br/><br/>Dross and Hajna are the only two there to say good bye, both having doubts about whether or not this is a good idea. “Can you fight at range? Do you need a bow?” one asks whilst the other repeats the advice offered the night before. Stay alert for traps, don’t underestimate them, and don’t let them swarm you. Deneve, her confident steps just failing to hide the dizziness she feels as she moves, approaches you from amongst the trees. Seeing you are ready to leave Red rises as well from where he had been sitting against a tree trunk and Dross and Hajna step back to allow you to talk.<br/><br/>“I spoke with one of the elves,” Red informs you, “And there is a cure to the magic that turned Daria to stone. It is a herb. Long, dark green leaves with purple growths on its stems. I must find it, but it is only deeper in the island. Thus I can only go alone, my curse will now save her,” he declares, and spectral, bat-like wings sprout from his back, effortlessly passing through his cotton clothing. Awkwardly at first, but quickly stabilizing he takes off, gaining altitude before turning in the air and heading off towards the grey cliffs and beyond.