The Sentinels uncomfortable all the time

AW!

He hadn't seen @Vegas in some time and the scent of him seemed to grow stale. Which meant his numbers for his small band had shrunk more than he cared to admit. He strayed further out that day in hopes of finding something inspiring or another face to bring home. Although he began to think that this was not the place for either of those things. It was a practical wasteland.

Rokig skirted around any still standing trees, not interested in being caught under one today, as he moved through the desolate forest. Perhaps he ought to focus on getting out of here instead of moving deeper within.