Duke Leland glanced to his chevalier, giving her a careful glance. He was pleased that she'd still keep proper etiquette, even in these dire straights. Though his faith in her had begun to wane. He'd seen the look in her eyes, the distaste, the hate, and he'd begun to question just how loyal she still was to her family's oath. Still, such matters were such that they could be addressed at a future date. "To answer your question elf...the expedition will last a long time. To get to the Deep Roads will take a two days journey, and once inside it shall be atleast another day's travel to the thaig in question." THe duke paused, glancing over those gathered with a questioning look, would they be enough? Reaching to the table besides him he took a glass of orlesian wine, sipping it for a moment before continuing. "The Thaig we're visiting is a veritable treasure trove. In the days of old the Thaig was used by many dwarven nobles as a bank. The vaults there are filled with riches beyond count, abandoned when the darkspawn fled the deep roads." The Duke looked towards the dwarf and motioned for him to speak. "Our guest here knows the way to the Thaig and has in his possession one of the few remaining keys to open the vaults."<br/><br/>Durack let out a small huff as he pushed away from the fireplace and reached into the bronto skin pouch at his side. Upon the table he placed a heavy key, forged with red steel and coated in a layer of rust but still held the distinct durability dwarven craftmanship were known for.<span style="color: red">"The Thaig was said to have over twenty vaults, catering to some of the great houses of old. We get in there...and we'll find enough gold to live the rest of your life without any worries."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>