Not disrupted from his task at hand, Tristian, while other had been preparing to go out scouting, had found a suitable tree, paused in order to seemingly speak to it, and then, simply stepped inside it, and was for a moment, just gone. Naturally his ever protective Companion and Mate, disliked when he did this, leaving the silhouette of a Dire Bat, perched upon the small landing upon the mountainside where they had camped, studying the land below. A creature to be alarmed about, usually, for medium and smaller sized creatures were often their food supply, this one waits patiently, and does not leave her perch.
It is not long though, that she must wait, for Tristian gave his report, and informed the Clan that he would be watching over a peculiar and large group of adventurers for a time, one of whom he thinks he recognizes as having helped him find his way home some years past.
With the red-eyed Moon Elf returned to the forest nearby, his exit tree comes out closer to the scouting party this time, and he pauses to turn about, getting his bearings then respectfully thank the tree. In getting those bearings, he could not help but note, the group staring intently at another tree, and this brings a VERY warm smile to his face. 'My beloved, I am returned, go see if the shining warrior and white wolf are present.' says he through that special bond of Druid and animal companion. He has described to her many times the 'shining warrior' and his 'white wolf' that she might know to recognize they that returned her mate to her.
Keeping his bow put away, this elf with his pale face, and dark hair, approaches the marked tree, and those studying it, "It warms my heart to see so many folk of less nature-attuned walks of life, so engaged in studying a tree. And a dark elf among them, no less?" There is an irony he realizes, in his assumptions, for he has Drow to thank for the lycanthropy that runs through his family, and his family to thank for his druidic path, which he now ponders teaching to a Drow.
Within the area where Zazzt left behind so many others, still preparing, that perched Dire Bat has left her perch, and descended down to the forest floor, not close up upon the gathered party, but close enough that either can see the other. Indeed, she does see, however limited it is, enough to send back her confirmation of the 'shining warrior' and 'white wolf'. But this is not enough for her, to simply see them. In a sort of crawling motion, for a proper bat of any size, is still short-of-legs, she moves at about the same land-speed as a halfling might. Notably, this Dire Bat wears a minimal amount of leather barding, as it must avoid interfering with her wings, and also carries a leather bag, fastened to her back, the bag itself not taking up much room, nor carrying much in it. Hard to believe, as it might be, this one appears to be tame. If allowed to draw near, might even prove so, in attempting to sniff about Veraka and Aurora, she herself, smelling of all the time she spends close to that peculiar moon-elf, that the wolf has met before.
1st: Tristian Gyssemitori (Moon-Elf, Dire Werebat, Druid)
2nd: Vailintin (Accomplished Tiefling thief of riches, hearts, and virtues.)
3rd: Millek Amephran (Hedonistic Satyr Ranger/Bard)