You start looking for Rose’s mage companion, the three of you staying close together with the green haired girl wondering through the trees maybe 20ft away from you. After about an hour you have covered little ground and the few times you dared call out a name nothing responds, humanoid or creature. It is getting late, and Deneve limbs are feeling increasingly numb from the poison. Gently Red speaks what has been on his mind ever since they started the search, “If the teleportation was random, there is a wide margin for where a target could end up Rose, and we are surrounded by water,” After a pause Daria adds, “We need to rest. In the morning we can get the aid of the elves in the search,”