Tyros marched at the front of army, followed by all else in orderly fashion. He was partially surrounded by his personal guard who chose to ride on horseback, along with a few other officers; some even chose to ride on chariots or carriages. He kept his helmet on, and carried both his shield and spear in his left hand. Tyros remained relatively quiet, and kept his answers brief when his officials would occasionally inquire about his plans for the campaign.

The King was swarmed with various feelings about what his journey held: curiosity about what lay beyond his lands, awe towards both his army and Piran's, excitement to see his power clash against Dumnonia, and most of all ambition to conquer the massive composite military that would surely oppose him. He could only hope that his men could empathize, but nonetheless they were all present out of duty to their country, out of honor to themselves.

After a morning's walk, the army reached a valley at the end of the Umbrian Gap. Before them was a lake right in the middle of the valley. The army began moving along the southern edge, and soon found that the mountains only continued about a quarter-mile inland. A few scouts to go around and make about the same distance around the northern edge as the rest of the army put on the current one. The rest of the army took a second to rest and hydrate from the apparently clean lake, and Tyros consulted with his officials.

A few hours passing, the scouts returned. They reinforced Tyros' suspicions of the lake being within the mountains. He put his army back to their feet, and had them continue their march long the southern edge. [i]If merchants use this to cross over to Umbri, the other portion of this gap must be directly on the other side of this lake. It will most likely be a clear path if it is so commonly used.[/i] He could only hope he was correct, and refused to look like a fool in front of 30,000 Umbrians. 

At about what seemed like meeting the half-way mark, an island within the lake came into view of the troops. On it sat a shining copper house, whose foundation seemed to be embedded within the island. Some also began gossiping about a large shadow moving through the water, which seemed to be following them. Some officers directed their subordinates to march a bit further inland for their safety.

Word eventually got to Tyros up front, yet he still continued his march. He had noticed it a while back, but concluded that whoever resided in that copper house had some control over this beast, if he had managed to settle peacefully there. He may have thought the beast was harmless, but he has talking the worst-case scenario, and this seemed the most rational. He did not want to worry his men with such suspicions, but he felt others among his ranks were coming to similar conclusions.

A man stepped out of that house. He looked somewhat Umbrian; probably a mixed-breed of some Dumnonian vassal. He motioned for Tyros to approach, and ordered his men to quickly construct a boat from two of their carriages. In about an hour, Tyros was already paddling his way to the island. He wished to go alone, fearing the presence of his advisors would only work to over-complicate the situation.

The man seemed welcoming, and he and Tyros stepped into the copper home. 

The sun began to set behind them, and Tyros finally came within sight from the shore. He tossed an object into the waters, and appeared to be washing himself for a second before paddling the rest of the way back. He ordered his army to rise up once again, and ordered them to complete their march to the mouth of the other side of the lake, even if it took all night.

In only about 2 hours, they found their way to the other passage. Tyros set up camp by the lake, with his army extending settlement nearly to the entrance of the passage.

When asked by his historians for his biography, Tyros stated "I negotiated passage with the man, who cast a spell to settle the beast. He was to reverse it once we have fully crossed."

When asked by a handful of officers about his disposal of the object before he reached shore, Tyros said "I cut off his head. The spell will not be reversed, and the men that shall join us have no need for such a trivial matter."