Lucille pouted as she felt the Gunner's Broom lose power, listing to the side- Her hand gripped it's length more tightly, and murmured charms to keep it aloft- Or at least guide it to a safe landing! Flying on magic alone was decidedly exhausting, but the lovely witch put it into a slow, lazy descent, an arc that circled the relevant coordinates...The better to get a view of *exactly* what she was up against!<br/><br/>"This must be the place," she murmured- And her heart quickened, a delighted smile on her lips! Yes, it *had* to be...Exactly as the orc has described it! The hot desert wind tugged at her blonde curls as she made one last pass- Searching for the dune that'd been so clearly marked on the virtual map...