<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>When the sorceress ascended above the hole in the ceiling, she was greeted by an array of very... sharp objects pointed at her. A few crossbows and bows held ready. They were kept in check by the outstretched hand of the female captain of Idao's guard. The one who corralled the women into the dungeon before. Of course the whole thing must have been scried upon by the lord of this castle.<br/><br/>"Don't do anything rash." She said, "We just want to congradulate you on a job well done. In fact, the Grand Lord would like to grant an audience to the woman who defeated the three trolls by herself."<br/><br/>Her features were eerily calm, and she didn't seem particularly aware that anything even remotely objectionable was going on in this castle's dungeon, or that she was even party to it.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The pirate captain stood upright, "Me? Run away? Hrumph. I haven't seen anything to make me worry yet. And the Crimson Cutlasses aren't going to run away from some deserted ruins."<br/><br/>She went over to the archivist and slung her arm around him, "If this really is the site of the sunken cities, then it must centuries old. But if somewhere was still down here, then it would have been found already, wouldn't it?"<br/><br/>Dirae leaned back, "Come on!" She shouted up to the open hatch. About three girls climbed down as the pirate captain waved for Dexter to follow, "I'll make sure the path is safe with Dexter, wait here. If I call out, you know what to do."<br/><br/>The girls nodded as she departed into the staircase below, breaking a sunrod against the wall for illumination. The room beneath was somewhat larger, but also much more sparse. It had a single pedestal in the center, a crystal ball atop it. The runes from the outside of the structure coursed the length of the pedestal as well. "Huh." Dirae said, "I don't see any more doorways or hatches."<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"Come on, come on, come on!" Rathael whined to the captain of the Laft Hanza. After a groan of resignation, Ermon sank his face into his palm and waved the half-celestial off with the other hand.<br/><br/>With a laugh, the hedonistic man ran off the deck and flapped his wings. It seemed like the ship had reached just the right altitude above the clouds, and they started skimming atop their surface headed east.<br/><br/>"Should be smooth sailing until we reach the Wild Lands." Ermon said, scratching at his cheek, "It'll be a few days before we get to the far northeastern border, so I guess you could just relax and enjoy the flight."<br/><br/>He turned his gaze upon the other adventurer, flying aside the ship with all the enthusiasm and cheer of a child with his first toy, "Uh... Just don't enjoy it too much."<br/><br/>Rathael dissapeared into the clouds beside the ship, illustrating Ermon's point as he angrily strutted over to the side of the deck and shouted, "Hey! If you get too tired to keep up and we leave you behind, I don't want to hear any complaints!"