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With the rest of the group heading up to check up there, there wasn't much that he could do. He finally rose as the fairy finished mending his clothes. While the threads were more damaged and spread than before, the appearance of the clothes were just as good as before. It would take an eagle eye to even spot a difference between before and after. Such a small detail. A normal adventurer would wear something much more appropriate for adventuring. Locke was above those fools. He wore his best at all times, unless it was infeasible to do so.

Artemisia and her horse would probably stay below, watching the entrance. Locke had a choice: stay with the noble merchant while the rest of them sought the treasure, or go with them. Well, he might as well stay with Artemisia and her horse. In case something horrible came, he could just escape on Artemisia's horse. If something horrible came and he was in whatever the hole lead to, he might be trapped. Not wanting to die, he chose to kept with that horse.

He wouldn't go up with them, unless they decided to haul the horse up there with them.