The party spotted a stone outcropping jutting forth from the cliff a little further down the coastline. It appeared to be large enough to shield the presence of the cart from anyone coming from the east. Satisfied that it was likely the best they could do, Lorenzo released Donkey Joté's harness. The little donkey kicked his hooves and pranced around a bit, clearly pleased to have been freed of the yoke. Before the beast of burden could celebrate too much, Lorenzo started to attach gear to the donkey's pack saddle. Snorting and stamping his foot, the donkey nevertheless complied, only trying to nip Lorenzo twice.
With everything settled and the cart secured, Corilo took point with Andal as the group headed further west down the beach. The damp air provided a refreshing counterpoint to the typically arid conditions of Tethyr. Seagulls and other small sea birds regularly fly overhead, calling loudly. After a few more hours of travel, the sun was close to reaching the horizon and plunging into the sea. As the shadows grew long and darkness began its inexorable march, the party spotted the first indication they had reached their goal.
High atop the cliff, the top of a tower could be seen standing tall to the southwest. From the angle of view, no one could make out any other details about the edifice due to the angle of the cliffs. Further along the coast, however, a large cave mouth yawned open with the dim glimmer of light spilling forth.