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Rapid footfalls echoed resounded almost endlessly in the darkness of the tunnels. Only the sharp light of the torches had light the way, although faint. One cautious hand on the hilt of his sword, he stared at the blue gem on his wrist as he quickened his steps. His ears carefully receiving even the faintest of sound aside from his and the princess' footsteps. A small snow-white fox sat quietly while facing the youth's back, staring curiously at the panting elven princess.
Moulin frowned. He should've listened to how to activate the conveyer? He groaned.
"What are you doing?" Asked Eilhara as she hastened her pace to catch up to Moulin. When she saw Moulin intently staring at his wrist, she narrowed her eyes to determine the object around that pale wrist.
Her eyes widen and she spoke, "Do you not know how to activate it? That conveyer around your wrist?"
