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It had taken longer than Marlon would have liked, but they were finally underway. The group was tense; although Marlon did his best not to show it. The group traveled by horseback, but they wouldn't take their horses with them through the mines. A couple of Ghosts rode with them, so they could take the horses back with them to Gor Nathal. Once they were through, Marlon's team would have to find new horses.

Silas led the way and they moved closer and closer to the mountains. By nightfall, they had reached the entrance to the mine.

Silas Quinn

It was nightfall when they reached the entrance to the mine and Quinn pulled his horse to an expectant halt. He was at the head of the pack, showing an eager and sprightly attitude, though he was beginning to wonder if the act would last out the journey. This was going to be a tough one. He could smell it in the air and it had nothing to do with his feelings about magic. No. This was always going to be dangerous and it was the reason he'd signed up with the ghosts; it was a chance to prove his worth and reinstate his honour. He was starting to have the mildest of second thoughts there though.

"Dismount!" The call went out and Silas reluctantly slid from his horse's back.

"Well, it's been good riding with you, buddy. Safe journey home. Tally-ho!" Quinn gave the reigns over to one of the group who were going back and took a big, arrogant stride toward the mine, his lute slung over his back and his sword resting easily in the sheathe. He wished he had one of those big, foppish hats with the feathers on so he could tilt it back but unfortunately, most people didn't favour head wear as much as he did.

And so the group were reduced. They entered the mines but did not go far in, just far enough to safely shelter for the night. Then wood was retrieved from the packs and a fire was lit and a meal of soldier rations produced. Quinn seated himself near the officers who had huddled into a group and were talking over maps of the underground tunnels. He settled down with his back against the rocks and half closed his eyes but listened in closely.