Valcroy and Erik stood high on the thick branches of a tree, adorned in the robes of Winter's Claw, its shadow concealing their forms from the glow of the fire in the distance. They saw the number of people around that fire; there were a lot, their numbers far beyond what either had anticipated. Valcroy squinted at the gathering people. He couldn't see their expression from here, otherwise his grin would've just reached his ears.
Still, his lips curled into a smirk. "Seems we're more famous than I thought," he said, his tone carrying an edge of humor as he turned toward Erik.
Erik's eyes remained fixed on the group, observing their movements. He didn't respond immediately, his focus shifting to the map he held in his hand. The dim light from the distant fire cast faint shadows over the parchment as his finger traced a route.
