The day wore on, and it was well into the afternoon by the time Stephen's tracking efforts paid off. The first to notice anything was Rhea, naturally, who perked up mid-yawn to taste the air. Something ahead was familiar, and there was only one thing that could conceivably be. Picking up his pace slightly, Stephen soon found the source - a small silhouetted group on the horizon, ragtag and bumbling but not really any worse for wear. "Got a destination in mind?" he called out idly. "'cause it doesn't seem to be the same one we were headed for before."
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