[center][h2]Thoris, Lark's Chambers[/h2]
[sub]Plan? Ha ha... About that...[/sub][/center]

Lark rolled his eyes at Reiley's woe, but was happy to see Ainra ready to console her at a moments notice. He wasn't as happy to see her go to town on the little fox-thing, promptly feasting on its corpse after snapping its neck. Poor little fox. Ah whatever, [i]don't worry about it[/i] Lark thought. It was just a stupid fox, after all.

Suddenly Lark's joy came crashing down when Jenso prompted him for a plan. "Oh, uh.. See, here's the thing friends! I uh... I don't have one!" He admitted, shrugging his shoulders innocently. "Our prophet told us about heroes! She didn't say anything about how they would manage to get anywhere near the Krunk fortress! Hell, if I had a good plan, I'd go there myself! But yea, I uh... I don't!" 

Lark then proceeded to run across the throne room, over to a small chest on the left side, pulling out a large roll of paper. "I do have this, though!" He screamed excitedly. Running back over to Jenso, he handed the man his large roll of paper with a smile. "This is the map of fates! It's a rare parchment that can guide the owner towards where their fate would already lead them, but like, faster! I'm not really sure how it works though, so uh... You may want to ask ole' Gorgonzola about it. She lives near the ocean shore here in Thoris!"

[center][h2]Newjinsland Outskirts[/h2]
[sub]Rumble~Rumble~Woosh![/sub][/center]

As Eleanor pulled herself towards the side entrance, she would find that it was sealed shut. But the area where she'd hooked onto with the wire was slightly open, allowing her to see inside the contraption. It looked like a storage area from where she could see into the krunk-mobile, but nobody was in view.