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Ria nodded in response to the question for a moment. Her gaze drifted up to the sky, watching the clouds move across it. "[color=aqua]Yes, I have. The village I grew up in was absent of light pollution.[/color]" Her smile turned a bit sad, but she quickly shook the thoughts from her head. Though one might mistake it for stop wistfully watching the sky if one had not seen the shift in her look. Just like that, the bright smile was back in place and she'd returned her attention to her traveling companion of the time.

"[color=aqua]A trip out to one of the borders sounds like fun. I'm sure others in the guild might enjoy that as well. I haven't been out near Bosco in....well, many years. Not quite as long than the last time I went fishing. Though I think my way of fishing is a bit different than yours.[/color]" She laughed softly. It wasn't an understatement. It could be fun fishing with someone that did it traditionally. The last time she'd been fishing, it was in an ocean instead of a lake - as she assumed he was talking about - and it wasn't with a rod and tackle. She liked her way well enough, but learning to traditional fishing sounded fun too. "[color=aqua]Maybe sometime you could show me how you fish. Even if it's just around here.[/color]"

For now, that would have to wait, as they'd arrived at the guild already. She held the door for Damian to enter, an absentminded motion she was more than used to by now. "[color=Aqua]Shouldn't take long, hopefully, to get the kitchen back in order. Just in time for the next rush.[/color]"


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A few voices of being ready, but it was the less refined man that spoke up, echoed quickly by the other man. [i]Ah, yes, provisions[/i]. The enthusiasm to get going was wonderful to see, but at least two were concerned with the means of eating. If it had not been brought up, it was very much true that he would have completely have forgotten about that need. "[color=darkkhaki]Ah, yes. The need for sustenance over the travel time. Excellent you brought it up.[/color]" 

Carver turned away from the table, looking around a few stacks as he moved deeper into the room before he finally found an overstuffed pack with a multitude of precision excavation tools handing off it along with a few pans and water canteens. He carried it to the table and dropped it atop the map, then deftly unlatched the top and flopped it open. "[color=darkkhaki]I believe I have enough provisions, should you lot not mind canned beans or REMs. Should have plenty of water too, hopefully. But there are streams along the route and should be clean enough.[/color]" As he spoke, he rummaged through the pack to verify the count of items it contained. There were more people than he actually anticipated, but he had overstuffed the pack so it seemed there might be just barely enough for the three. He packed everything back into the bag and hoisted it onto his back. "[color=darkkhaki]We can stop if you want, but the sooner we leave, the sooner we will get there. Theoretically.[/color]" He folded up the map and slipped it into the breast pocket of his vest, and the book he had referenced before slipped into an interior pocket of the vestment. 

With everything he needed, he rounded the group and opened the door, gesturing for them to head out so he could close up his office. Short of anyone wanting to stop to pick up other provisions, the trip out of Crocus to the start of the trail was easy enough - navigating through alley ways and side streets to get around the bulk of the crowd to the other side of town. It wasn't until they were clearing the last bit of city that he pulled out the map and a compass to ensure they were going in the right direction. "[color=darkkhaki]Right, so this way,[/color]" he said as he started up one of the many foot trails into the mountain range.