At Byzantine's rush to go find her friends, Istid nodded. "RIght! Let's go!"

She would follow the hermit and, once she realized she was there, Joan. Istid waved at her acquaintance in greeting, but would otherwise stay quiet and try to maintain at least a little awareness of her surroundings. Not that it ever worked. Istid winced as she recalled accidentally walking into a tree during her journey across the continent. Twice, with the same tree. "Byzantine, let me know if you see either of them, or any dead ones." Istid looked left and right.