Caelfall

Anton Wulfram

"That'll do, I suppose. I can make a rock cover that no one should notice once its dark," Anton nodded, looking over at Mei as he arrived. "Mei, if there's anything you think we'll need, try to grab it before we meet up at the party. I'll head out, and grab my set of things. I'll see the rest of you at the party!"

With that, Anton left Pyrrha and Mei to their own further planning, and he raced down the stairs themselves - passing by Mari on the way. Considering that he and Roland had helped build the stairs themselves, it was only natural that Anton knew precisely the fastest way down. There was a certain rhythm to it; by skipping certain steps, you'd have just the right momentum to make a turn.

From the base of the cliffs, it didn't take long for Anton to get back home, but changing into his coat and packing the right set of supplies meant that he'd only get there just after sundown. Judging by the fact that no one was home when he returned, and how the forge was still radiating heat, his parents and Mikhail had probably left for the Spoon - most likely no less than half an hour ago. That left him with all of the space required to work quickly. The most time consuming task would probably be filling up the waterskins, as the main supplies they'd need - namely, rope, some flint and steel, a set of pitons, a shovel and the set of waterskins themselves - were kept in the supply shed by the forge.

It didn't take Anton long to place everything in his haversack, with the shovel and the hilt of his sword sticking out from one end. However, as expected, grabbing a fresh bucket of water from the well behind the forge, and filling it was taking some time. Anton watched as the last speck of sunlight dipped below the forest canopy; in about half an hour, sun would set. Once he was done, Anton strapped the waterskins to his pack and made his way back to the stairs, where Mari's pack was already sitting against the stairs.

The torches weren't here yet, so Anton didn't cover up the backpacks with a cover of earth. Still, leaving Forgesong out here was kind of a risk. Anton pulled his sheathed sword out from the pack and affixed it to his belt, before pushing the two bags out of sight. He'd need an excuse for bringing a sword to a party, but...

Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Besides, Zephyr and the others seemed to make up excuses all the time. How hard could it be?

With his side of the preparations complete, Anton made his way to the Spoon. The sun had already set by the time he arrived, and he could hear the cacophony of celebration begin. No doubt, plenty of the townsfolk were getting plastered as he made his way in...