Straw looked relieved that the group had agreed so easily to stopping for the day. "Here is good with me," he agreed. The old man sat resting for awhile longer and pulled out his pipe for a smoke. His eyes scanned the surrounding area as he puffed on the tobacco. Not too far away, the remnants of other structures were covered in varying degrees of vegetation, tempting Edwina with thoughts of the treasure left there by the denizens that abandoned the place long ago. 

"Once we have camp set up, want to take a short look around?" Edwina asked Hugh, hardly managing to contain her excitement, as she started loosening her horse's girth to remove his saddle. "Maybe we can locate a few cellars to poke around in tomorrow..."