After seeing everyone was ready to go, Elric grabbed all the bags he could comfortably carry and waited, keeping himself at the back of the group while petting and messing with Popcorn, her left ear folding the wrong way as he sent her forward to scout. Clearly her nose was way more capable of picking up something askew in the air than his owner’s eyes and or instincts.<br/><br/>The walk was long and surprisingly quiet. The sight of these six hooded figures walking in a line would certainly creep someone out if not for the concealment enchantment. If you concentrated enough, you could feel the mana coating every string of the capes. The coat had a initial cold sensation. Wearing it kinda felt like being hit naked by a gust of wind. The fabric was light and the whole coat felt like it was breathing over their bodies and especially behind their neck. How ironic. A concealment spell that felt like they were being constantly watched.<br/><br/>Elric caught himself distracted during the walk.<i>- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)">AGAIN!</span> - </i>and privately cursed himself. That was a privilege he couldn't allow himself anymore. He opened and closed his right fist, his hammer fist, and squeezed as hard as he could.<br/><br/>The Iron gates looked ancient as they suddenly appeared. The entrance of the city was a well-hidden gash on the mountains, an open wound to the depths of the earth. Thankfully, the incursion went smoothly. There was a flux of people in and out. With Cullen up front and Helena not making a scene, they entered. The bright day and clear skies were suddenly gone, the chirp of birds drowned by the echoed sounds of the caves. The entrance had a strong current of air coming out of it that almost flipped some of their hoods back. It smelled like… Used air was the best words Elric could find to describe it. Like entering a tunnel… a big, never ending tunnel that some people spend their entire lives inside.<br/><br/>The group followed the line of people that were entering darkness with then, immigrants, merchants, refugees, visitors and slavers. The sound of chains triggered Elric, but his frown would never be noticed under the hood. He got worried about his companions: Emrin and Leila had a past that certainly would weigh on their mind with a sight like this. And Geered always had a sense of justice from back in his years hunting slavers in the desert.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)">Where are my friends?</span> -</i>The thought jumped on his mind, his heart accelerated after not seeing them. After focusing his whole mind into searching the darkness with his eyes that he saw, they were right there, never going anywhere. Just a trick of the hoods. Individual enchantments were sometimes confusing, in this case, if not for Elric knowing exactly where and what to look for, he wouldn’t find them so easily. For a second, Elric wondered how many things were hidden in plain sight in fellow enchanter’s workshops with a forgotten concealment spell.<br/><br/>One by one Elric moved up the line, touching everybody’s shoulders and whispered they should buy a map on the first opportunity that presented itself.A tour guide or maybe one of those orphans that promised being useful for the visitors for a meek silver coin. All they needed was a reliable map to match and complete theirs and some hope for peace as they slid unnoticed into the draesan cities.