#progress!?

*As your party pushes forward, the wind picks up. It’s getting harsher and louder. You think you might be able to hear a voice on the wind. Squinting ahead, tears stinging your eyes, you see him. Edgar, surrounded by a blue… something. It might be wind? It’s circling around Edgar like a predator would. Edgar is hunched over on the ground not facing you. The gusts of wind over power any words that you say. The only way to save Edgar is to get closer.