Argon tilted his head as Alice returned to the group wearing one of her better dresses, curious as to the change in wardrobe. "Friend Alice, did you shed your skin?" The bestial warrior asked, his tongue flickering out as he looked curiously. Calanon gave a smile and said she was quite pretty in the dress, with Brogach giving a 'hoof' noise and stamping lightly. Clearly the Elk was still somewhat perturbed with being underground for so long. 

For Geradin's part, he tried to distract himself by taking an interest in Ursaren and An-Hasst's questioning of the mushrooms. "Ginnogr," the Dwarf stated. "That's the mushroom's name. Ye won't find too much information on it in yer manling books. They only grow 500 feet below the surface or further, from what I've heard. I had to work with the stuff a few times when I was a wee apprentice. It's tough stuff, but safe tae carry." 

Beren decided to get a headstart on sleep after he gave a nod to the Dorcha, laying back on his pack as they all of their conversations quickly turned into silence, the members taking turns every few hours. 

Once dawn broke (at least, when Geradin claimed it had), they all took a few bites to eat and set off. Beren stretching in the corner of the camp as Calanon gazed outward to make sure the coast was clear. Aeryn lead the way, the group in tow but wary. They made it through the mushroom jungle relatively unscathed, with no other contact with any aggressive denizens. Usually it would be Geradin leading within the underground, but as Aeryn strode at the vanguard, only Beren and Calanon stayed somewhat ahead of the others. Geradin and Argon had taken the rearguard, ready to defend the group from any attacks from pursuit. 
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