Drums... drums in the deep

A fresh blanket of snow had long hidden any sign of where CHarlie had gone. He had hoped they might catch a whiff of him once they entered the caves - but the truth was, he could have taken any number of entrances. He could have found a new vein that Basilisk didn’t know about. It was possible that they could spend hours searching for any sign of him, and never cross paths with where he had been.

The best he could do was head to the mining site he knew about, and hope there was some sign of him there, or sign of where he might have gone. He led her carefully through the maze of the mines. Twitching a smile as she circled him to look one way or another, “If you need to mark any sections for later exploration, do so.” he advised her.


"Basilisk Fatalis"