Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161006063106

Jeiel glares at Cire as if he's been fooled in a prank show. "You kidding me? You're one-handing this?"

Bit by bit, they set the boat down on the rocky shore. A satisfied thud is heard from the ship as it was alighted.

"Man, I must be the weakest of the lot of adventurers I've met over the months.." He mutters. He checks his rucksack, bent down on the sand.

"Food.. water... clothes... all set. And a map." He stands. "We're set." He looks to his right and his face twists to confusion.

"That's --?"

Cire sees it too.

A lock of hair from Chee, resting on a patch of grass.