Sighing to herself, Ren moves on towards the mill. The changes from the beta are frustrating; things she expects to be there are no longer, and similarly, the things she doesn't expect happen to be there. She remembers where a small tree used to be, the sapling moving in the wind. Now there was just an empty rock. And beyond, where there had been a large expanse with no real landmarks was a faerie circle lined with toadstools.<br/><br/>Still, that was neither here nor there. If the others were too lazy, or got wrapped up too much in other things, then she would move on ahead. For now she had done well on her own... perhaps her luck would continue.