((Continuing from Prompt: Oasis))
The sounds of the depths of the forest at night were more cacophonous than the Serrated Blade Tavern, yet it wasn't the droning insects or the croaks of hylek watching for chak that awoke Callista. Her eyes flicked in the dark to catch the tent flap closing after someone.
It required several minutes to grab and don enough gear to follow. By that time, Zaree had settled in a tree on the outskirts of the temporary camp. Callista had the distinct impression that a certain dragon was being given a cold shoulder.
“Mordremoth?” Callista asked from below the sylvari's perch.
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