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Zi'da 67 716, Early Morning

Location: Gates of Ne'haer

The morning sun had just barely broke through the blanketing white that filled the early skies, a vivid composition of pale orange and silver colored the clouds as white snow covered the city. Patrick had enough of the snow by now and already wanted Zi'da to be over, even when that meant they'd have to endure one more cold season before warmth returned. Certainly didn't do much in terms of convenience when it came to personal board jobs, like the one Patrick was to embark on today actually.

Thankfully with a little preparation and another to join his party, Patrick would see that this job completed with minimum hitches. Buried treasure awaited them! Although he hadn't any idea what to find, the idea of gold in piles made his mouth water. Certainly was he no bounty hunter, but Patrick didn't intend to let this chance pass up on him. Thus he and the noble had waited at the entrance to Ne'haer, where the winds blew freezing snow and ice into the city. This would certainly be madness to brave, but Patrick had a vividly good feeling about this whole job. Finally their patron arrived.

Tresah Vrelam came dressed in thick garbs of wool and cotton, along with his own travel back to carry essentials. Patrick himself had attempted to dress warmly, with only the leather gauntlets and boots worn for safety measure. Chances were any potential danger they'd found would be minimal, unless some Gods forsaken snow beast lurked in waiting for them. Patrick highly doubted that naturally, only to avoid temptation of fate; rather than belief no trouble would come at all. "Patrick Barnell I assume?"

"Aye, Tresah?" He responded when the man approached with a hand shake, Patrick then shot a smirk at Alistair before he continued. "Hope this cave isn't t' far off, not really lookin' forward t' freezin' our asses off."

"It isn't too far, just several kilometers out into the Willow Woods." The man vacantly answered with a nudge at his spectacles, he clearly liked to sound as intelligent as he looked.

"Just several? Wonderful." Patrick mused as he looked out into the blizzard beyond the walls, they were definitely going to have a bit of fun hiking there. "Let's get t' it then."
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Alistair being honest, he'd never gone on an... "expedition" before, or any sort of treasure or bounty hunt. It wasn't befitting of someone of his position, surely, at least in Rynmere. But this wasn't Rynmere, he had to admit. As such, it provided... unique opportunities to broaden his horizons. Supposedly. Though, he couldn't say that he particularly adored the idea of going bounty hunter in the middle of a freezing winter. It wasn't a month until Cylus - the cold winds of Zi'da had truly begun to magnify, and Alistair was not having it.

Venora, despite being much farther north than Ne'haer, had much kinder winters than here it appeared. It wasn't a torrent of cold winds and abominable snow, but rather a chilling air that could be appreciated as much as it could be met with disaste. Venora in particular was known for its beautiful summers, and charming winters, especially in the south. In times such as this, he need only dwell in the family home the Duchess provided in Lamonte, and he would be safe from the fear of frostbite and cracked lips alike.

But instead, he was here... in Ne'haer, freezing his ass off. Wearing clothing so thick it made him feel like a wardrobe. Or one of those strange fur peddlers from Krome, dressed with enough animal hide to appear as if one themselves.

"I despise this city," he said, frowning. "Shouldn't a tropical port city on the equator have kind winters? Or no winters at all? I heard that the lands south of Uthaldria never snow. And they're on the same damn axis," he moaned. Patrick could find it funny or humorous, Alistair didn't know... but he had been complaining about the weather quite a bit. He wasn't a fan of it - no, not at all. He wanted his warmth, his beaches of Lamonte. He wanted his vineyards that appeared lush and green in every season outside of Cylus.

At least in Cylus, a relatively short season, he could just huddle up and read medical journals or practice magery by himself.

Nevertheless, he was to be hauled along, and he'd made a concerted effort not to leave Patrick's side since he'd arrived. So, he was coming, even if their efforts were fruitless in their entirety. When they met with the man - Tresah Vrelam - Alistair raised a hand and politely waved, though he was sure the man wouldn't be able to discern it from a snow giant raising his hand in threat. That was another thing about snow - the sort of attire you had to wear almost wholly disguised your characteristics.

"Several kilometers is too far out for this weather," Alistair said, shaking his head. "I'm a mage," he openly admitted to their guide. "I'll just rupture us there. Or most of the way there." He didn't give them time to say 'no', as he wouldn't take no for an answer. He'd not willingly engage in hours extra of walking time just to view the scenery. With a wave of his hand, the portal opened quite instantly, stabilizing at the moment of its creation. He was obviously very skilled, and in the cycle of his Revelation, Alistair had only just passed his waxing period; he was nearly at full power.

"Step in," he said to both of them, quickly following his own advice. On the other side, he waited briefly, before looking out into the distance. He'd actually spent many trials in Ne'haer's Willow Woods last season, and so he learned quite a bit about their fauna and bestiary. There were very few Lurkers out and active in Zi'da, which provided them with an excellent opportunity to travel deeper into the forest.

"Which direction?" he asked. "I'll clear a path, if there's any predators. You won't need to help. There's no reason for me to risk my meat shields too early," the man jested, offering Patrick a smirk and a wink.

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Alistair quickly seemed to take action with the initiative to save them even more time, by falling back onto reliance of the one thing he knew best. Magic. Tresah seemed to stutter as he displayed hesitation in following along, while Patrick walked behind the man to urge him along. "Ya heard the man." He called out as Tresah staggered forward into the portal, the man walked onto the other side dumbfounded by what he'd just accomplished.

Patrick quickly followed through to feel the harsh cold of winter impact his face, the change of environment proved well enough the city walls shielded out much of the storm. Even so they were now within the vicinity of the Willow Woods, a place Patrick had only slightly heard of before arriving in Ne'haer. Now that he was here of course, the place certainly looked to be interesting; though the name wasn't very attractive.

"By the Seven!" Tresah uttered as he stood with legs that shook, when Alistair asked which direction the man fumbled through his bag for a book of some kind. While he did that Patrick chuckled with a squint in his eyes, a look passed on to Alistair that suggested he had bad intentions when they got back. "There's catacombs to the east of here, the cave is only a couple miles west of them."

"Well then," Patrick presumably took the lead in the eastward direction, "looks like we go east then. The bloody quicker we get there, the sooner we can get back t' warm beds." No doubt Alistair picked up the hint on that remark, although the idea of a warm bed with soft pillows and blankets did sound good. Treasure though! That's what the important part of this job was. "Don't worry," He mused as he turned to walk backwards and talk to the two, "I've got myself a good sense o' direction. We'll find that cavern in no-" His foot missed the ground somehow, or at least a portion that wasn't solid compared to before.

When Patrick's next step resulted in his balance thrown away, his grin dissolved into surprise as he tumbled on down.

Briefly all he could see of the world was white then trees, white then more trees, along with white and more trees. Oh look there was a dead bush. White with more trees, and then once more; white followed by the spiral of more trees. He'd practically snowballed down a hill, thankfully he didn't hit his noggin to hard on the way down. Just shyly missed a tree that caught him from his tumble, while the whole of the world waited in a spin from his disorientation.

"Son of a... Whew!" He panted with a few short laughs as he crawled to his feet, his stance almost similar to one being drunk for a couple of minutes.
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The man silently ignored Patrick's intentions as he mentioned "warm beds", far past the point of having to note the fact that his partner was always... impassioned, to put it nicely. "Ah yes, warm beds," he said with a nod, "so that we can sleep." A grin formed on his expression, though he knew inevitably if they actually did land on a warm bed, he'd probably lose the regal composure he was holding right now while locked in a five layer body suit.

Shortly after his dismissive, though Patrick would surely say coy, comments... his lover came tumbling down a snowy hill and landing far down below. The mage rolled his eyes and chuckled, though of course he had to check if the overly-eager fool was okay. Couldn't have his darling cracking his neck.

Looking over, he saw Patrick covered in the snow's icy embrace. The man was laughing, which caused Alistair too to let off another laugh. He couldn't believe the man could be so silly after he'd nearly killed himself, but alas, it was who he was. "Hey, stay there, I'm coming," he told him. With a breath, he blinked beside Patrick, and helped him get on his feet. The frightened coon up above would have to find his own way down here, as Alistair wasn't going to waste the proverbial and literal energy getting him down with a portal. Maybe he could slide down like Patty.

"Where to from here?" he asked, looking into the distance. And, unfortunately, it was in this distance that he saw a familiar face. A pale man, dressed in a creamy white suit, staring at him from across the vast fields of snow. Waving. Smiling.

"Ugh," he sounded, sighing. "It's a Sylvithia. You haven't met one, yes? They're a species of... wraith, or ghost, that haunts the Willow Woods. Apparently cursed mortals who haunt the Holy City in their loathing of the Immortals who brought their wrath upon them." He wasn't sure if these rumors were true, but they were possible. He'd met a man before who appeared to be a Sylvithia in nearly every metric, but had been cursed by Ellasin rather than any Immortal. As such, the curse portion of the theory seemed very plausible.

"Regardless of how they're made, they generally tend to appear as humans and stare at living entities from afar. They smile, they wave. I swear I've even heard one say hello. But if you draw near, they will always attack you - they'll break into an array of horrid appendages, bones, maws. Devour you in an instant. Like a venus flytrap." As he said this, he stared back at the Sylvithia, smiling and waving back. In a way, mocking him. Saying he'd keep his distance. "On occasion, though, they do appear to be more content lunging at passerbies than staring at them. Not all of them wait for you to fall into their trap. Some just go for it."
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At the command to remain where he was Patrick did little in terms of defiance, he was after all still a little disoriented from the tumble that took him this far down. When he felt Alistair keep him steady on his feet, Patrick gave a affectionately soft shoulder rub briefly, before their third party member had to find his own way down. The drunk couldn't help but laugh a little while Tresah walked around the edge, completely hesitant to make the one step he needed to come down.

"Just slide on down, don't think t' much on it!" He encouraged Tres while Alistair seemed to look elsewhere, after a brief moment of consideration the man gave in and moved forward. Tres slid down the hill in a manner most ungraceful, but not quite like the same way Pat had taken it down. Shortly when he arrived at the bottom and caught up to them, he brushed the snow out from under his backside and bum. "Nice one." Patrick complimented as he turned to Alistair, who seemed to spot the figure of a person nearby. Or was it a person.


"Sylvithia?" Patrick inquired upon the name, apparently Alistair had encountered his share of them before.

"L-let's not get anywhere close to one, s-shall we?" Tres stuttered nervously after the story Alistair told, Patrick looked upon the one that waved to them intently, curious yet at the same time scared of the creature. Did they really haunt these woods? And what was this about a Holy City? Patrick's intrigue grew the more he wondered on it, and somehow part of him hoped this treasure might somehow be connected to that. Tres had pointed the direction and rather than lead in stride this time, Patrick saw fit to walk alongside Alistair as they headed eastward towards the location of this cave.

They had to cover a little bit of ground until they reached the landmark Tres mentioned, a four hundred feet walked through the snow until they came along a gorge of some sort. A valley that looked to have a frozen river down below, with a basic wooden bridge constructed out of rope. "This is the spot, we cross this bridge and then we're halfway there." Tres pointed out as he filed through pages in his journal, Patrick of course decided to look further down just to see how high they were from the river.

"Yeah, let's hope the bridge is in good condition still. Would hate t' fall down int' there." Patrick remarked as he stood at the edge of the bridge. He looked between Alistair and Tres as he wondered who should cross first, granted he was the one who tumbled down a hill. "Who's up first?"
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It was humorous to watch Tres shake and shudder at mention of these 'horrific' creatures - the Sylvithia. They were a thing to fear indeed, though not nearly so terrifying as a Necromancer's wroth, placed into thralls. He'd encountered many such similar things, both in Ne'haer, Rynmere and even Rharne. The dead were as frequent a company as the living, when one worked with the woman who seeked to close the two together and lessen and their boundaries.

"We won't get close to them," he reassured the old man. "There's no purpose in it. I'd rather not waste my mana in disposing of them." So, with that, he continued onward alongside Patrick. Alistair kept a close eye on their surroundings as they crossed through the snow, ensuring that no other potential threats were present. Skinbanes, enraged Bruxen, Lurkers of the Cliffs. He was far more afraid of what lurked in the Woods than in whatever ruin they sought to temper, though in all likelihood, that was his mistake.

When they came upon the bridge, Alistair peered over the edge, and from behind him Patrick questioned who should be the first to cross.

"I will," he told him, turning his head to glance at his partner and nodding. "If for whatever reason I fall down, I can just blink back up. It's much safer for me to go first," the man said. Then, with little fear, he began to cross the wooden panels that constituted the bridge. They were frail and on the verge of breaking. In all likelihood, it would have been a lot better to just portal their way across, but Alistair didn't want to waste the energy, and he supposed it would be better not to make the non-mages feel too inconsequential.

He continued. On his step, one of the wooden steps broke, and tumbled into the frozen river below. . . . He grew a little nervous, pulling his feet back to prevent himself from walking into the crack within the bridge. Unfortunately, upon stepping back, his feet applied too much force and the wood he stood on broke as well. He attempted to grab the rope of the bridge, but it was too late, and his hand slipped. He was going to start falling down, fast. He'd splat against the river.

Instinctively, his mind went to magic. As he was flung towards the ground from in the air, he created a portal where he'd land, and used the ability Pushing to hold himself back from impact. The portal was emitting a force that would suspend Alistair in the air, the man floating against the blackened doorway that laid against the surface of the frozen river. He calmed himself. The momentum of his fall had stopped. Directing the second side of the portal properly to the end of the bridge, he allowed himself to fall through, and landed on his knees on the other side.

Patrick was across from him, and there was a large gap in the bridge. Alistair closed the portals on both sides, preserving his energy. He looked to Patrick and Tres and grinned.

"I did it, you can too!" he yelled. Despite being cocky about it, he wasn't so sure he'd be able to perform a desperate save if they fell. Well, not if Tres fell at least. His mind just wouldn't be motivated enough to try and suspend their glorified tour guide off the ground. Maybe the ice was thin.
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Alistair seemed pretty confident to give it a first run, although his crossing had been taken in a cautious stride. In the moment of watching the noble cross over, Patrick and Tres were both anxious as they watched with tension in their bodies. Patrick finally realized just how cold it was by the shivering his body had been doing, due to the fact he struggled so hard to remain completely still in watching Alistair.

When the first board of the bridge snapped and broke away, Patrick felt his stomach drop as the rest unfolded shortly afterwards. Had Alistair not the ability to use magic then most surely, he would likely be a dead man fallen down below. "Fates be damned Alibear!" Then of course came the cocky remark for them to give it a go, and somehow Patrick couldn't help but crookedly smile because of that. "Faldrun's ass mate, ya gave me a right good scare!" He admitted it for once even if he typically wouldn't, at least Alistair would know well enough that Patrick did care. "Alright, Tres. You get ahead o' me, we're gonna have t' run and jump across."

"Excuse me?!" Tresah exclaimed in a horrified expression.

"Come on now, we don't have time t' argue." Patrick issued while he nudged Tres to face the bridge. "I'll be right behind ya alright, just try to gain as much momentum as you can. You're gonna run for that gap, and then jump it alright?" Tresah shook his head at first but finally he gave in, thanks to a shove from Patrick the man dashed forward with arms flailing about. Thankfully when he came close to hitting the gap he listened to Patrick's advice, and attempted to jump across with a successful landing that ended with him rolling. The bridge as a whole swayed and creaked as though it nearly gave away, but remained intact shortly afterwards while Tres crawled his way off.

"Good job!" Patrick encouraged to the man with a thumbs up. "I'm comin' across now." The warning was to more or less ensure Alistair was aware, as the potential danger the bridge possessed steadily increased overtime. Given that it was in the middle of winter and there was a storm, and not one but two full grown men had made it across barely; well let's just say three would've likely been pushing it. "Here goes." Patrick muttered to himself as he leaned into a position to sprint, after a couple of deep breaths the man charged off as fast as he could.

He ran hard in an attempt to build momentum quickly, so that he could clear the gap of the bridge, and then land as close to the other end as possible. Luck didn't favor him however as his feet hammered across the wood, which broke one of the planks clean in half and caught the end of his boot. Patrick tripped and had fallen straight into the gap of the bridge, his upper body the only thing holding him onto the edge; while his lower half dangled freely in the air. "Shit!" He called out with a grunt, as another sound of a plank breaking was heard underneath him. The ropes of the bridge groaned from the strain of activity, and with a snap heard from behind Patrick knew this wouldn't end well.

"Oooooh crap!" He screamed out loud as the whole of the bridge finally gave way, his hands the only thing that anchored him to the portion that remained. He had time but not a lot, if Pat could just climb the planks; then maybe he had a shot before the rest of the bridge fell down under. Desperately he pulled himself up the planks, his progress delayed momentarily when one snapped. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" No time to lose. Patrick resumed the effort as he felt the broken half he clung to shift, and with one final effort he made a jump up and reached for something. Anything.

It was in that moment he would either be caught by his fellow treasure hunters; or simply fall to the icy waters that waited below.
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Alistair was sort of . . . rooting Tres on to fall, midway through his jump. That way they could ditch the annoying tour guide and explore these ruins together. He also couldn't trust the cretin not to steal any valuables without their knowing, truthfully, and would have found his splattered remains at the base of the frozen river to be excellent insurance against that possibility. Alas, he survived, and made his way to Alistair. The mage merely grunted at Tres, and playfully pushed him, though not hard enough for him to fall off to his death.

"Hey!" he exclaimed in response, and the Venora looked away, whistling innocently.

Then, Patrick's turn to cross came, and Alistair couldn't deny his nerves tensing. Each time they crossed the fragile boards would grow more and more out of place, and the anxious fool decided to follow Patrick's advice and jump across the broken boards. No - that only assured that the man after him, Patrick, would have them collapse beneath his feat the second time around. Alistair was smart enough to prepare his energy beforehand, already letting ether swirl at his fingertips.

"Patrick, be careful," he said. I don't want to spend anymore mana, the mage muttered under his breath. Honestly, that wasn't nearly the reason he advised him to caution, but it made him feel less like a worrisome housewife to play confident. He was fine on energy - he was a legendary, revealed Rupturer near the peak of his waxing cycle. Ali was a beacon, a font of energy. He just didn't want to risk it at all, in the first place. Risk it to a moment of . . . slow reaction speed, or Ali having to sneeze during the man's flight down face-first against the ice. The world was unpredictable.

Of course, he would have to risk it, as the man not only let loose a few panels, but the entire bridge. Really? he asked himself, as the bridge began to fling itself against the opposite side of the icy cliff. Which wasn't how he wanted this to go down, if it went down at all. This wasn't the sort if situation he could deal with - the bridge was moving too quickly for him to place a precise portal in its trajectory, and Patrick was trying to climb upward, which made it even more difficult for Alistair to place a precise portal with which to pull him back.

Fuck, he said to himself. I'm going to have to catch him.

As the man desperately began to climb up, Alistair snapped his fingers. A fairly large portal opened near him, with a very strong Pulling effect. It wouldn't be strong enough to pull Patrick up as quickly as the bridge was falling, though, especially as Alistair had to make it on the fly. That wasn't what it was for.

Disappearing from Tresah's side, Alistair blinked directly behind Patrick, between he and the portal. Wrapping his arms around the man's back as he leaped up to grab... air, really, Alistair allowed the pulling effect of the portal to send his body hovering back into its clutches, landing on the other side. Right as he would appear on the other side, so too would Patrick, Alistair's arms wrapped firmly around his chest - a grip so tight it would actually probably hurt. It wasn't because he was trying to be romantic, but because he was trying to ensure their bodies were considered 'one entity' by the portal, so that when Alistair passed through he wouldn't just drop Patrick . . . the man would likely be okay regardless, but due to the momentum of Patrick's fall, he could end up being thrown out of the portal's other end rather than merely dropped off.

Letting go of his partner, Alistair exhaled, then inhaled. He wasn't tired . . . that was just nerve-wracking.

"Looks like I should have just ported us to the other side. I ended up having to do a lot more work this way," he said, with a fake calm. "You alright, Patrick?" the man asked, looking up to his companion. "Any flashing of your recorded history before your eyes? If so, how much of it was sex? Eighty percent? Ninety?"
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For a brief moment when he reached out for the edge or whatever, Patrick felt as though his life had surely become forfeit as he missed the edge. Nothing could catch him now, not when there lived so little time to react accordingly to this. Luckily Alistair had just the initiative to pull a quick save, albeit in his own magic flaunting sort of way.

Needless to say in that moment Patrick felt utterly relieved to be back on solid ground, as both men were now safely across the gorge; while the bridge itself no longer remained intact. "Ilaren's perky tits." Patrick muttered as he panted for a minute, a short laugh followed after Alistair's smart ass remark. "Let's go with eighty." He remarked with a push to stand on his feet, he offered to help Alistair up as well of course, and then looked down below to see the broken mess that had fallen below.

"Well at least we made it," He noted with a cheeky grin shot to Alistair, "Ya couldn't just grab my arm and pull me up though?" It was more of a tease rather than question, seeing as how Alistair quickly resorted to magic instead. In truth Patrick kept forgetting how useful magic was in these situations, and that he as well could blink and create portals in time. Portals weren't reliable however as Patrick still needed to practice making them, however blinking had been something he could do in emergencies like earlier.

"Alright Tres, yer the man with the notes on this." Patrick nudged the man as he once more fumbled through his belongings.

"Yes- er well." He adjusted his spectacles for a moment as he checked the map. "Thankfully its just another half a mile and then we're there."

"Perfect!" Patrick cheered with hands on both Alistair's and Tresah's shoulder, an few shakes made out of eagerness to carry on. "Just another stroll through the woods, then that treasure's bound t' be ours!"

Tres actually laughed a little though he still seemed a bit nervous, his eyes often glanced to Alistair as though the mage intimidated him. "Right then. Um... This way Sir Alistair." He pointed along what appeared to be a man made trail, buried under snow naturally, which led onward to their destination.
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Ilaren's perky tits, Patrick said. The words almost made him shudder. "Ugh," he rolled his eyes. "You're going to hell for that. A special hell for people who objectify Immortals. Also, Ilaren's tits probably aren't perky at all. Just imagine how worn down one can be after living as the drunken town dandy horse for a thousand years," he said, smirking and laughing all the same. At his own joke, yes, but at least he'd found the time to engage in comedy. Just a few bits past had been wild enough to get his nerves high, with two of them nearly dying, and the one that should've died surviving it all. Bloody Tresah, he thought to himself.

As for the fact that he had to be special, and... magical about saving Patrick, the man smirked. "I couldn't trust myself to land the grab, and to not dislocate your arm in the process of pulling you up. I enjoy certainty if I have the opportunity, and my... special way - my magical way - was a certainty. If I had missed that grab, you would have died, darling." He eyed the bartender with a coy sass, though - again - it probably wasn't visible through the snow, his numbed face, and all of his concealment. He felt like an igloo.

And, hearing that it was half a mile away was no relief. He sighed. Couldn't it be like... right here, beyond a big door or something?

At least he had entertainment, on the way, namely Tresah's petrified demeanor. Especially around Alistair. "Bloody hell, Tresah," Alistair began, "you remind me of my butler. Why do you have to sound so timid? I'm not actually your Lord - we're not in Rynmere. And if you're acting scared because I'm a mage, don't bother. Being scared won't save you from the Dark God of Magus when he deems you a worthy sacrifice," he intimidated Tresah, joking at his expense, holding out his hands and poking at him to exemplify his silly behavior. Alistair was a goof today; he knew. He just found it was the best way to deal with things he didn't like. Such as... well, the season of Zi'da.

"Hey, Patrick," the man called his lover, looking back to him from Tresah. "There better be something more interesting here than just... gold." To Alistair, who had always had a lot of gold, nels were just tasteless. There was nothing intricate or special about them, and their exchange rate on the purchase of valuable and epic artifacts was something that Alistair could only cringe at. He'd seen a glowing handmirror for ten thousand gold nels, once.

Regardless, he continued onward to their destination, going that half mile and arriving at the entrance of... what appeared to be a cave. Lovely, he said to himself.

"Well, we can't be cowards now, right? Since we've mapped out the route here, by the way, I can easily take us back when we're done - and that includes from in the cave, if something goes wrong." He took a breath, and began to step into the entrance of the isolated cave, frozen over by the cold winds.

"Let's go."
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