"Alright then. I suppose we should take our torches with us. Whatever they might do in this room, they aren't going to do it when they burn out," Byron states rather flatly. Unless someone objects, he proceeds to gather them up.
After assembling the torches and shifting around some gear, the party distributes the weight of supplies and the unconscious Vixtrin. Even with his weak leg, Lartis still has the stoutness of his kindred, and he stubbornly demands that he carry the brunt of the weight.
The party passes without event out of the cairn and its errie whispers. Though weighed down, it still only takes about 20 minutes to get back to the mine office. A couple of crows feast on the bodies of the dire rats inside, but otherwise it seems the same as you left it.
Lartis unrolls a bedroll and with some help places Vixtrin upon it. "You lads turn your backs and talk about something. I'll be needing to take off her armor, and she'd not like you watching, I'd wager." The dwarf thinks for a moment. "Better yet, this place must have a well of some kind. Probably out back. You three should go find it. Make sure the water is clean, and bring some back. And I'm SURE it'll take the brains of all three of you to find it. Lartis' severe tone preemptively cuts off the question likely in the mind of at least one of the three young men.
Since Lartis is obviously not doing anything until the others leave, there is little choice but to abide by his request.
Sure enough, the three men find a well right in the backyard of the building. While some of the stones are missing, a bucket and worn rope are still there. The water doesn't have the best taste, but it's clean.
"Well, I imagine we found that entirely too fast," Byron muses. "Lartis probably doesn't want us back quite so soon." The mage quickly washes his hands and face in the water, and he offers the bucket to the others before lowering it back down to get some fresh for Vixtrin. "By your reckoning, what ought we to do now?" Byron looks askance at the other two.
