Although the Magic Cult's large ship made a circle that everyone was satisfied with... the Double-headed Giant Druid fulfilled his duty to protect nature, while the Undead Tribe hoped to arrive when the sunlight was the most dazzling.
This time, however, standing at the ship's bow were 'Snow Cloud Peak' and the Undead Tribe. Those ambitiously optimistic Quel Senta Female Mages, although they also tacitly abandoned their captured companion, still appeared very sorrowful, constantly wiping their tears in the cabin.
Their newly appointed followers naturally could only remain in the cabin, comforting these panicked little poor souls, having no way to be the first to rush to battle on the island.
The Undead Tribe didn't bother to fuss about such trivial matters... after all, with the Halfling's commission, they certainly didn't want those Toril people to go in first.
That group might not have big courage, but they're definitely sharp-eyed.
