Gerard and Thomas stepped off the fairy onto the muddy bank, both offering a hand to Jasmine, who graciously accepted them both. All three of them had brought a variety of tools from their farms. Jasmine wasn't in her normal attire of blouse and skirt, but rather a tighter fitting pair of slacks and shirt, coupled with sturdy boots and a light pack on her back. Her brothers carried the heavier tools, a shovel each, a pick as well, and of course bundles of rope. She, however, was carrying the most important tools for treasure hunting; the empty sacks for loot. She had a few of the other things, unlit torches, flint and steel, etc, and her brothers wore similar attire to herself.

Thomas' annoyance toward the bard had abated a fair bit after his sucker punching last night, but he was still icy toward the man. The two lads were, as usual, occupying the space on either side of the young woman, instinctively protecting her, as the trio peered into the cavern. The old man had a lantern, so there was no need for their torches to be wasted yet.

Jasmine nudged Thomas, for she'd given him a stern talking to the night before. Sheepishly he turned toward Marzzy, a hand behind his head, [b][i][color=0054a6]"I'm, uh, I'm sorry for losing my temper in your tavern last night. I'll be better behaved in the future."[/color][/i][/b] He looked toward the bard, said nothing, and turned back forward. Gerard decided to move things along, [b][i][color=ed1c24]"Shall we?"[/color][/i][/b]

He started forward into the cave, not going too far, since the lantern wasn't with him, staying where the light from the surface allowed him to see. Jasmine smiled and joined after him, pulling Thomas by the hand, who was only happy for her to even be touching him.