Upon seeing the crew in front of her, the purpose of her task was beginning to settle in; her stomach twisted, regret from indulging the night before the night gnawed at her. The leader, a scarred veteran named Captain Morgan, gave her a once-over that left her feeling self-conscious being around so many stoic looking men made her feel ill at ease.
"Mage Isolde? I trust you're ready for our journey. We've no time to waste." His gruff voice echoed through the stables, causing horses to shift restlessly in their stalls.
Isolde nodded, wincing as the movement made her head throb. "May I ask, what about the other students? Won't the question why I'm gone?" She was worried that not showing up on the first day of the field trip would make Elias and Lorren worry.
