Camilla's eyes glazed over slightly at the sergeants description of the places that lay ahead of them. To here they sounded like a confusing melange of half known images and markings on old maps in Otto's bedchambers. Marienburg she did recognize though, the great entrepot was famous throughought the known world. There would be ships there that could carry them wherever the wished to go. Irrationally, and for no more reason than its familiarity, she settled Marienburg as their destination. There, they were going to Marienburg. For whatever reason that little bit of resolution made her feel better.

[b]"Anyone that rescues me from a suspicious murder, drags me through the forest and splatters me with Golbin brains can call me Camilla,"[/b] she ventured in the spirit of new found boldness, her full lips twitching into a mischievous smile.

For a long time they climbed into the mountains. The rain, a particular misery in the already cool weather, began to fall in a heavy deluge. In short order it became hard to move safely, though with her acrobat trained reflexes she managed the task better than the Imperial. After endless minutes of sodden misery, she nearly tripped in a shallow and unexpected trough in the stone. Her eyes followed the flow of water, expecting it to run down of one of the near vertical rock faces surrounding them. To her surprise it didn't.

[b]"Cydric,"[/b] she all but shouted over the thunder of the rain, her Tilean accent rendering the words as closer to Sit-Rick. When he turned his head she stretched out her arm and pointed her finger. Across the narrow defile water was gouting from under a slight overhang. Over the years it had warn a slight trough into the stone, it must be more noticeable when there wasn't an inch of water slouching over everything. Water shouldn't flow from UNDER a ledge. In her misery she was unsure of what she would find, but none the less trudged towards the ledge, it might at least provide some shelter if the torrent dislodged further rocks, Ranald For-fend.

Reaching the ledge ahead of the Imperial she stepped under, it was only a few feet wide and provided little cover from the wind driven rain. What she did find was an old masonry work. A cylinder of fitted stones serving as a down pipe, brining water down from above. She frowned, unable to determine the purpose of such a device. Gingerly she reached her hand forward to the moss surrounding the pipe and pulled it away. To her surprise there was a small void between the pipe and the stone of the cliff. Perhaps they could widen it to make an opening for the two of them?

She turned and pointed to Cydric, shouting above the near deafening drum of rain.

[b]"It is a passage of some sort, the pipe must be draining something!"[/b] she screamed through cupped hands.
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