Following the Gods

Ardora at this point had accepted that she would likely never see her tribe again. It had been years since the disaster, and not a single one had surfaced. It was saddening, depressing, and disheartening all in one. and yet, she knew it was for a purpose. After all, her God wouldn't have her go to this strange land unless he had a purpose for her. Question was, what was that purpose? Already there were troubling factors that she had consider - the return of the Fallen God's followers and this land, and her God seemingly encouraging interaction between them... Despite in the past, it being recommended to avoid them. What did he want from her? What were they planning? She sorely doubted that Svelmina was willing to play nice again.

It seemed again though, that her God had a purpose for her once more. A strange feeling it filled her just a few hours before, encouraging her to move, to travel, to go in a certain direction until she reach this destination. And this destination, was interesting. Filled with herbs, plants, and wildlife, it seem to Haven in the south. Why was she here? Why was she urged to come here? She suppose she would find out.