((Afraid so! I'm not taking any more players right now, but if I have people drop I'll take a look for you. An outright goddess seems a bit out of scope given the other PCs, though.<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>))<br/><br/>Bella laughs, and slowly gets up from Lamya's coils. "Well wouldn't that be a pity? Though if you'd like to carry me, I'd be happy to ride you outside your tail," she gives the other woman a wink and straightens up. "Well, let's give ourselves a few hours, eat a nice dinner, and then set out; we should be able to get far enough away from the port to pitch an undisturbed camp before night gets too bad. Not sure how many of you can see in the dark, but I'm useless once the stars come out..."<br/><br/>Despite the loudness of the conversation inside the tavern, nobody tries to hinder the party as they leave the tavern nor later when they leave town; a few older heads give them knowing looks when they get out of the main "road", having seen other groups doing similar things over the past week, but it's simply not worth getting bothered about to most inside Port Arthur. Once more than a mile or so from town, there's no roads, but Bella seems very certain of where she's going; the slender woman leads, slipping easily through underbrush that the larger people following her have to push through or cut down. Sometimes they cut through an easier field, and usually Bella seems to be trying to avoid dense forest, but with the foothills looming as the first signs of the mountain range near the middle of the continent sometimes there's nothing for it but a few hours in darkness wondering what might be in the upper branches evaluating everyone for their potential as a meal. Whether from size or because other groups have already killed the aggressive wildlife, nothing jumps anyone save for one more comedic than dangerous incident where an ambitious frog- that might be able to eat a large dog- gets its tongue on Aiyaka's leg and stubbornly refuses to let go of its 'prize' until forced off. Still, to Vormitraax's dismay, that's the extent of the fighting by the time Bella calls out unexpectedly, "We're here."<br/><br/>There doesn't seem to be anything there, but she looks at the distant mountains, checks something scrawled in code on a slip of parchment she's been carrying, and nods. "Right. So, there's a creek..." she takes a few steps and points, "And it runs into a ridge about a hundred feet that way, coming out of a cave. That's our way in. Once we're in the cave, we just have to follow a straight shot through a small cavern until we hit the lower reaches of the dwarf mine where the Spear's stored. N... nobody here's afraid of caves, right?"