who: @arr0s where: The Lostlands/Wastelands when: One of the first nights of the Torsten's The Path of the Sword personal quest notes: let me know if you need any tweaks!
The journey through the Lostlands and Wastelands were as grueling as Freydis remembered them. This time, they had the benefit of preparation, of basic necessities like water, rations, and camp supplies. She wasn’t sure if it was the memories if what they had once endured in this region or just a hard day’s work that seemed to cause her feet to drag as the first pastel vestiges of sunset tinged the sky a pinkish orange. Within an hour, the sun was down, and a fire was built. Freydis didn’t mind cooking for the night as others pitched in by completing other tasks. When she saw Arros passing, she waved her over. “Just when I was beginning to worry the sands of Ankhuria had swallowed you whole, here you are again,” Freydis called out to her before motioning an invitation for Arros to join her. There hadn’t been much time for talking up to this point, but she figured she would take advantage of the rest period. “It’s been too long since we ventured out together, although if someone had told me we’d end up back here together I don’t know if I would have believed them.”
