[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Renata nodded at Wratt as he arrived at the campsite, although it was such a weary nod it was barely noticeable. Gazing blankly into the fire, she dwelled for a moment on whether or not the sorcerer who saved her from drowning had survived the shipwreck.

A moment, however, was all Renata had to dwell on things as a shadowy figure shuffled out from between the trees. She reached for her sword as well, a moment passing as she realised it was not at her hip, and sheepishly produced it from her bundle of belongings as she stood. "Who's there?!" she queried the stranger, who looked none too friendly even though at this distance there wasn't much more visible than a dimly-glowing pair of eyes. This must be one of the mutineers from the ship, she figured, hell-bent on performing some violent act before dying on this forsaken rock... yet she already knew not a soul on the ship had possessed such a foreboding pair of eyes.