Lost in more ways than one

Makara made a sound of recognition at Gloom's mention of the Hallows and busied herself with continuing to inspect the ground. "Ah yes, the Hallows! Famous for their Carpathian steel. I've heard that their walls have never been breached - " and on and on she droned, her voice taking on a distant, professorial tone. It was comforting to recite facts and figures in the face of the unknown. She kept half an eye on Gloom and the other portion of her attention on the ground beneath her.

She noticed Gloom react before she heard that strange noise herself. Makara turned to study the smaller woman, curious what had gotten her attention, but Gloom was already digging with abandon. "Ah! Is this it? Have we come upon a eureka moment?" she chirped, then quickly followed suit and began to dig furiously beside her new companion.

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