Migration - Tanglewood refugees

[Morgan]

Morgan had hoped he would never be forced to abandon Tanglewood territory, but the situation with the restless spirits was getting out of hand. The group's numbers were far too small to handle them for much longer, so some action had to be taken even if they were not the most comfortable. After the two most recent group meetings, it was decided that Sunhaven would be the first place to go to find some shelter; once half of the week had gone by, the General gathered his group and led them toward their allies on foot.

It was not a particularly long trip, but it was an exhausting one. A lack of resources meant the Tanglers had to work off of meager rations, and the chill weather made additional hunting difficult. However, after a few days, the party arrived at the edge of Sunhaven's territory. Taking a few steps inside, the samoyed closed his eyes and thought through what he was about to say. Sure, they were allies, but as far as he knew, Sunhaven was not obligated to help them for such a large task - especially when he had no idea how long they would need to stay for.

After a moment, Morgan was finally ready to get his request over with. Muffled by his icy mask, the General shouted,

"People of Sunhaven - we are allies from Tanglewood, and we really need somewhere to stay. Our home has been overrun with ghosts!"

He hoped his explanation made enough sense, or that it would at least be heard. Without looking back at his fellow Tanglers, he muttered,

"And now we wait..."