<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn's response was her immediate thought on the Lord's decision on heading to Dunncrest. She was too exhausted to add anymore thought on the matter. At this point, she didn't give a damn about the motives of Cromwell, the Lord is in Dunncrest and that's all the matters, to get to the Lord before he skips town. She much rather give herself some time to wake up and reach full alertness until she started thinking about the spiraling mess of recent events. She neglected any further verbal comments, only nodding in agreement with the statements made by both Vesper and Merlin before they began to prepare for the spell.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">When told, Ragnar grabbed a hold of both Vesper's and Finny's hands as Merlin proceeded with the spell. During the process of casting the spell, the brute's deep blue eyes scanned around, occasionally glancing over at the mage though his gaze was primarily focused on the glass shards. Ragnar didn't exactly hate magic, he just had a great dislike for it. He was always uneasy around it, granted this was probably fueled by the fact that he could never wrap his head around it, magic never made sense to the brute. He would respect it but he would never like or trust it.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">He sighed out of relief once golden glow that mimicked the warmth of sunlight began to fade and the luscious forest appeared. Releasing the hands he held onto, he glanced around at the sea of brown and green of the trees that rested parallel to the dirt path that led into Dunncrest. He inhaled sharply, the piney scent with a hint of the morning dew filled the brute's lung causing him to smile and release the tension that arose from the spell casting. As the group made their way down the path, heading towards the fishing ports of Dunncrest. "What are we going to do with Cromwell when we find him anyways?" He asked the group thought primarily focusing on Finny. "We all know he isn't going to talk willingly.</div></span>