"What do you think?" Prism held the orange stone next to the red one in Eric's hilt.
      "Orange must be Flame." Blake answered.
      Recovered but still weak Bentora strode next to him, "Why? I think it's Fury."
      "But when you're furious you see red, not orange." Blake smoothly replied.
      "Prism, you wear an orange gem. What does it stand for?" Eric asked.
      "Something else completely. These could really go either way..." he thought aloud.
      "Look, it's the forest." Leiko pointed.
      "Forest?" Emeryl peeked out of the conversation.
      "That doesn't seem right." Prism halted them.
      "There wasn't a forest here before." Emeryl answered.
      "I know... Oh my... Why didn't I see it before!" Prism yelled at himself.
      "See what?" Emeryl blinked.
      "It was so obvious! The dragon saw us! He flew past and made sure we'd go the wrong way!" Prism clutched his head.
      "Then where are we?" Blake eyed the forest.
      "I'm not sure... And there's no one to ask... This could be a few different directions... Let's go in, maybe we'll run into some orcs to ask." He sighed, leading them in.