The decision made, the group left the beach and walked towards the Manse itself, leaving behind those soldiers who would monitor the ships until further orders were given.<br/><br/>To any eye that could not see such things, the island appeared little more than bare rock and a low vegetation, nothing that was worth much in the way of investigation. The spell that covered it was subtle, clouding the eye and the mind alike.<br/><br/><em>Nothing to see</em>it whispered.<em>Nothing worth looking at. Move along. Pass by. It is not worth your time. <br/><br/><strong>Forget about it.</strong></em><br/><br/>A section of rock wall shimmered as the inhabitants of the Manse led their guests through it, into what was most definitely not a natural cave. The walls were worked stone, a solid doorway now visible behind them. Softly glowing lights embedded in the ceiling illuminated the hallway, though perhaps a third of their number were dark, and as many more dim.<br/><br/>Closed doorways were passed, turns taken, before the mariners were escorted into a room that was set up with a table, some chairs and some low cots with blankets folded on them. A pitcher of water sat on the table, alongside half a dozen plain mugs.