Dahlian skipped down the rough path in the forest closest to Paye. It hadn't taken him nearly as long to reach the lost land as he had thought. Just a couple of weeks. Though that was hitching onto anything that could give him a lift. Both legally and illegally. Sometimes being small had its advantages. Give him a couple of weeks here and he may not be singing that same tune. Not that it worried him too much as he stopped to poke at a berry bush. His messenger bag was secured and held some food, but he knew the longer he could make it last the better off he would be.<br/><br/>Just cause the stories say there was gold here, did not mean it would be easy to take. After all, more people have died here than have come back with anything. Dahlian for his part though wanted adventure more than he wanted gold. Whole reason he was here in the first place. The gold was just some nice icing on top of the biscuit.