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Lance gave a smirk at the Prince's comment as he rode behind. "Not before I got you home Rydas."

For miles and hours they trotted towards the ruins. The time was filled with laughs and stories from all around the group. Lance even found an opportunity to tell one of himself before they made camp. Between stories Lance admired the surroundings. Even the darkness of the forest had entranced him, as it was the furthest he had ever been from his home in Thoav. But inevitably the sun would begin setting in the sky ahead of them and they would have to stop for camp. Confined to his thoughts he spent much of his time pondering how things were going back at the church. But then his thoughts would drift to the quest at hand. The many chances of success, and failure, and of the symbol worn by the bandits from the previous evening. He had seen many symbols of the same nature in Thoav, and figured it was the mark of their group. But he could not associate a particular group with it. So as they broke down to prepare for the night he suggested, "Maybe a couple should scout ahead, see how far or close we may be to the ruins. Maybe the mages or the druid could set up some sort of wards? To let us know if we have any surprise visitors. And of course if we don't have anything to burn we should search for that as well. I would volunteer myself for that. If it's not too much bother of course. I don't mean to take charge or anything, haha."

He was a little embarrassed at being the one to request all of that, but then remembered, "Would anyone have a way of sending out communication beyond our little group here? I have some suspicions about the marks the bandits had." He asked all this while doing off with most of his armor, hoping silently for a quiet night beneath the stars.