Grant stared at Penn, and then glanced at the little bottles.  He then placed his hands on his forehead and lamented.<br/><br/>"Ah, shit," he muttered.   "I thought I could control it, Penn."<br/><br/>Grant's habit began shortly after he began as a prospect for the Dragons.  He wasn't a good fighter, or a good horseback rider, but he wanted to fit in.  Guidance helped him get there.  At first, he could handle it.  All he needed was one potion here, another potion there.  But now, he was drinking nearly five or six potions.  He could have lived like a king, but instead he lived like a miser aboard the Dragon's boats, just because he was always chasing that high.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he said.  Then, in a more solid voice,  "We'll talk about it later.  Let's just find this entrance."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The three continued sailing around the island for nearly three more hours.  The sun was setting, and traveling along the coast became dangerous.  So the three threw anchor overboard, and slept through the night.  The three took turns at watch, but nothing happened.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In the morning, the three continued along the Southern coast of Andres-Upon-Vail.  A point of interest on the map was a cove, which they found at roughly eight in the morning.  The map specified that from the cove, it would be an hour's climb up the mountain to the mouth of the secret entrance.  So the three once again set anchor, and they all managed to swim to shore.  Grant was an adequate swimmer, and helped both Charna and Penn.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>From the cove's shore, the three Dragons began climbing.  It took them nearly two hours to find the entrance to the tunnel.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://f1.bcbits.com/img/a3539095723_10.jpg)</div><br/>They didn't happen upon the entrance by happenstance.  Penn discovered man-made foot-holds which led to the entry.  But Charna was the one that detected that there was something amiss.  Indeed, the three watched the entrance for nearly an hour before a large humanoid creature with two heads emerged from the darkness of the entry, and peered onto the shores outside.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1b/a2/7e/1ba27e48ec6480504f13dddd140f5ebc.jpg)</div><br/>It was an etten.