The majority have chosen to follow Goth, Palette and Crescent.

Goth's eyes spark into life. Sunshine speckled the mossy forest floor, just passing the thick blanket of treetops. Goth felt a pair of tentacles sit him up, wrapping around him in a protective manner.

"Are you ok?" Crescent asked, his eyes glimmering with concern.

Goth nodded. "I'm ok."

Palette called out from the lower branches of a tree. "Hey! I don't see any people, but there appears to be some buildings not far off!"

Crescent pulled Goth to his feet. Goth gave him a "I'm fine, I can stand on my own" look, but Crescent continued to mother him. Palette jumped and landed smoothly on the ground before proceeding to lead the way to the buildings.

You may speak.