As the morning past and mid-day grew closer, the sun warned the cold air that blew through the plains. Desmus and the others had finished eating and packing the rest of the camp up easily and were ready to move along to the port city of Riverfall,a place Desmus never dreamed of going. Desmus had been so trusting by welcoming all these people he barely knew into his camp and he couldn't help but think that maybe he was using them to substitute for the comfort of the Pavilion which he was used to.
Desmus looked at the others all doing their own thing clearly waiting for him to say his silent goodbyes to his weathered makeshift home. With the last of his things packed Desmus called Drakor to tie the packs to him. Drakor's eyes smiled at Desmus, his legs were restless and he was ready to move on even if he was just carrying packs.
Desmus gave one last glance back at the site before saying to scratch "Lead the way, to this place of Riverfall".