With that the discussion was over, and the group walked in a steady pace towards the small hamlet. They made good time, Merlin being the first to point out the port as it crested along the horizon. "Looks like it was left untouched," he said as they got closer. The small town was bustling with life, the streets busy with folks selling, or buying wares, traveling from one destination to another. It was a solid reminder that life carried on in the wake of disasters. "To think fire and brimstone were falling around our heads, and these people were blissfully unaware."  He said as they made to the outskirts.<br/><br/>"It makes sense. Duncrest is a small town. That beast probably set her sights on cities and capitols for her first strike. Places like this wouldn't have the means to raise an army," Finny said, glancing up to the morning sky. " We can take it for luck, though. She's given us a lead." Merlin snorted at that, the thought making him laugh. How ironic, that the enemies strategy would give them a foothold into getting answers.<br/><br/>"How generous of the horned b*tch. Should we toast to her oversight? I can always snatch us a bottle of some fine ale, or would wine be more suited?" It was a rhetoric question, but that didn't stop Vesper from wrapping her arm around the shorter half elfs neck and playing along. "I think we should look at the finest spirits, don't you think?" He nodded along. " You're right, wine and ale don't seem right for such an occasion." The two snickered, and for a moment they forgot about the hell that was falling around them, but just for a moment . And when the fact seeped back in, the two sighed. "Let's hold off on those drinks till we find him, eh?" Vesper said letting go of Merlin and straightening up. "Where was he exactly, when you looked in on him?"<br/><br/>"Near the docks, at an inn. I couldn't make out the name when I was being shown the place during the spell, but it looked to be closest to the sea. The docks stretched out around it,"