Mog didn’t know where to even begin. He hadn’t seen any of his friends in a very long time - and he didn’t have a clue as to anyone’s whereabouts. He didn’t even know if they were all still alive... but he wouldn’t let himself dwell on the possibility. Far too depressing.

“I have to find them, kupo,” he said to himself, as he had every day for the past month or so since he’d decided to make this journey.... although he’d never made it out of the caves. But today was different. Today, he told himself, he was going to head into the city proper - out of hiding and into Narshe, where he might be able to gather some information at the very least..... and then maybe tomorrow he would be able to set out and find the Returners again.