The day's journey progressed like the one they had made to these ruins, though this time with much less people, talking and clattering of gear. Grug would be more than willing to hold up a discussion with any other traveller, but it seemed that Fionn would rather walk than share a seat at the front of the wagon and as for Nakreyya, she would be more than likely to be riding on her Nightmare. Yet with Fionn having made their lack of will to talk as abundantly clear as he had, all that was left was the elf. But she seemed rather apathetic when it came to this. He wouldn't be trying to start a conversation with her, that was for sure.

Eventually they arrived to a meadow that by all means appeared empty. Yet Fionn seemed to know something the others didn't as he ordered them to stop, Grug following the advice by pulling on the reins of his horse, not letting it walk to the open where it so desperately wanted. The animal snorted at him, but in a while that would turn to an almost panicked whinny which he subdued with a quick casting of calming illusory sounds and images, hiding away the scene before the animal. With his focus on that, he would only see the ship once he could cease his concentration on the stunt.

And, well, it was safe to say he had not seen such a thing before his own eyes ever before, yet it was the exact same ship he had seen beyond the Veil. This was what they would use to seek, to secure the future of this land, to save it from the clutches of necromancy. And perhaps, just maybe... he would find his wish along the way. He began guiding his wagon up the ramp, the horse being uneasy at approaching the vessel. But they needed to get in or they would not get anywhere.

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