The night is utterly uneventful. The following morning after they eat and gather up the necessary supplies Quentin looks at his two companions. They were now bound together by a bit of rope, Quentin at the back as the heaviest followed by Gareth and then Claire. As he'd explained to them, the rope was in case they found an underground crevasse. If one of them fell, then the others should be able to brace themselves and save them thanks to the rope.

He also helped them prepare their bags. Each of them getting rope, a small pickaxe, a torch with the head wrapped in seal skin, a tinder box with similar waterproof protection, a length of rope, a day's worth of rations and water, and various other sundries. Quentin was also carrying a simple oil lantern that would act as basic light within the cave. Once he feels that they are all as prepared as he can manage he looks to the two.

"Alright, any questions before we descend?"