Toriss felt like rubbing his eyes once again after another poor nights sleep. The visions were just as strong as before and weren't going away. Twisted landscapes and death seemed to haunt him nearly every night since he was 22 and it faintly showed within his eyes. He blessed the fact that his abilities prevent the physical aspect from showing to strongly upon his face. Yet his mind was always slightly dulled. Blinking the sleep away he looked up upon the vast lake Lady Cell had brought them to. It was here that they were going to find hope. But hope for what?<br/><br/>Nothing but stone and darkness rested within this place, along with the lake of water of course, so what were they looking for? Turning his gaze around the area he should of been in higher spirits. Him and four women were underneath the ground, searching for salvation of their entire kingdom, and his mind was thinking about falling asleep. With or without company he thought. Giving his head a slight shake he looked up at Lady Cell. Her face seemed to give off a look of distant focus for a moment and then called Lady Millicent over to her. Lady Millicent, to Toriss, was insane. Something happened to her long ago and now it had driven her to the point of madness. Always muttering to some unknown ghost that only she could see or feel. She claimed it helped her but people would never understand that and she would never find a peaceful existence with a ghost lingering beside her.  Yet the people needed her and her abilities. He knew his skills could never heal that which plagued her and he slightly wondered what the locals would do to her after the war was over. Kill her most likely, if they could. Overwise the life of a hermit or wanderer would be hers forever.<br/><br/>As Lady Millicent worked to draw something across the lake Toriss put his mind to work. Lady Cell had a plan, or he thought she did. Religious priestess or was it a scribe, he couldn't remember, always reading from the book at her side. Something was drawing her here and beyond. But she talked like something that just learned to speak. He could have laughed at how she spoken when they first met but thought better of it. Religious folk don't like that and if their gods existed, they wouldn't as well. Based on her age something instilled within her at the church must of been the reason for her awkwardness in her vocal skills. Yawning at the delay he look at the last two members of their team, Lady Galiock and Lady Davenport.<br/><br/>He knew out of the whole group he could deal with Davernport in a number of different ways. She was clever, smart, and clearly enjoyed her lot in life. Where as the other three females carried some unknown deadly secret. Why were the crazy people selected to go out and die in times of crisis. he wondered. Oh well, he let his thoughts return to the observation of his party.  Lady Galiock didn't talk much and was more of a loner then a member of the group. Smart, but quiet. He didn't like continuously quiet people. They just, moved him the wrong way. Still he had tried small talk with each of them and only had some success with Lady Davenport.<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders his armor clinked together and followed his movement. He had gotten used to it after a few weeks of travel and now it was like his second skin. A skin that need polishing night and day to avoid rusting. Damn missing sleep did make him on edge, he lightly chuckled at that thought as the boat came into view. "That won't hold us." he thought. But as they climbed into the rotted wooden hull of the ship it seemed to hold them all well enough. Lady Cell looked overly excited at the fact as the body left the shore and into the darkness they went. Toriss found a railing and leaned agaisnt it. Water wasn't special to him and by the look of the lake around him and the darkness it could take a great time or a short deal of time to get their. So he decided to let his mind relax a moment.<br/><br/>That moment turned into a few hours before the boat jarred itself upon some rocks. Toriss blinked his eyes wondering what caused time to flash by but passed it up to sleep. Napping had become habit for him when it was able to happen. A long boat ride was just what he needed. Climbing up and out of the boat he looked around the area and saw a rather large old and impressive door. "I wonder what beyond that?" he wondered.<br/><br/>