This is it, the right time of day, following the right map to the right path. But when the palace appeared in front of him Arney couldn't help but let out a gasp. If looked at with one's peripheral vision either left or right it would simply disappear, and even when he was staring at it directly it seemed to try to not be pinned down. It was [i]sneaky[/i] magic indeed.

“Now, don't any of you lads go getting ideas about stripping that gate for its gold, this place is enchanted by a he-hag by the name of Anthedon, one of the greatest in the land, so keep ye guard up… In any case, the palace is here to be enjoyed by us all, the party and the Clan, and shared equally after the effort of finding it.” He said, addressing the small honour guard of 4 MacClatch champions, and Caterella.

“When should we send out the signal to the rest of the Clan?” Said Catarellla MacClatch, a beefy middle-aged man with a large round stomach sat atop a small horse and cart. He, like many in the Clan was not of MacClatch blood, but had worked with them for so long that he'd taken the last name as was the custom. The mixing of blood happened organically.

“We’ll think about that in the morning, first we must settle the palace and ensure it is safe”

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"What's our plan? We probably shouldn't split up in there unless we know it's safe…”

“Agreed” “Of course, they could have left the place entirely undefended in the hope that the invisibility would make it impossible for anyone to find.” He said with a rye smile and drew his parrying sword and fetched a light shield out of the back of the cart.