"That problem can wait until later." Lancelot spoke, "When do we leave?"
"We set out tomorrow morning if everyone is ready," the Elf Prince scanned the group, "It will take us a full day to get to Pascaler, and we'll cross the Hoffenstan River under the cover of darkness. Then we'll rest in caves during the day and travel by night, aiming to reach Gaomendikolia within five days. There, I will contact local spies and decide then on a plan to infiltrate the fortress."
"Alright." Lancelot nodded, "Everyone get a good night's rest, we're going back to sleeping on our bedrolls after this."
The response was a round of good-natured laughter. To Acheron's surprise, the group he was looking at, about to embark on a very dangerous mission, still maintained such an optimistic attitude. Clearly, these people were either fools, or they were true adventurers, and the latter seemed more likely now.
