Arkadi was up early, as their great leaders announced that they had oh great things to do this day. He was still disappointed at the results of the fight last night. If he had been able to attain closure then it would have been much more solid. Sprinting to his feet he sprinted to the river, away from the others, who were gathering fish. Breathing lighlty from the exercise, he gently lowered his right hand into the surface of the river, and watched as around it the salt spread to swallow up the peaceful waters of this section of the river. Happy with his work he s=plunged his face into the river to wash, and drink some. The salt felt coarsely refreshing against the side of his throat as it trickled down. After shaking off what water remained from his head he refilled his water skin and headed back to the clearing to see what the mighty tree crusaders had to say.