Grace gave a soft yawn that was as gentle as a doves. It was hard to imagine her as a knight but she had yet to flee from the dangers. She was quick to see to the task of coffee as she began to brew up a hot pot for Carissa. Her eyes kept watch upon the fire. The guards in the meantime were breaking camp and eating some food for themselves. For the moment, the daytime had relative safety and naught of the signs of attack. But the bodies had not been claimed yet. Clearly no scavengers were willing whilst the humans were hitching the horses.<br/><br/>Meanwhile in the tent Grace was pouring a cup carefully before serving it to her lady. With a faint smile she stood up and then asked.<strong>"Will there be anything else m'lady?"</strong>It seems that her slip of the tongue over the sky had been forgotten about and now she was simply willing to put last night behind them. Would there be anything else from Carissa?<br/><br/>When the wagons were hitched and their horses turned about thry head for home. But after a few hoirs of travel, they would soon note that after a while their tracks they had been following back now stopped. It was as if they were never there and the path looked incredibly unfamiliar. The guards and the caravan stopped and a call came from outside.<strong>"My Lady! We have an issue! Come outside!"</strong>The guard points them to the detail picked up by them and also points towards the landscspe up ahead. Lush vegetation, vibrant colors and a large plateau to their east where there used to be none.