Merlin has a busy day as well. The dark magic faction has started to kick their campaign into gear, and there are rumors they need to dispel. Plus, gathering the supplies requested by the non-magic users, and keeping up their own encampment. Merlin's running around all day, purifying water, healing, and fortifying one of the enchantments surrounding their camp that has weakened.

He's not early, but at least he's not late like last night. Merlin arrives on foot this time, too tired to teleport himself the entire way there. "Hey."