[Dego Mernoff]

Packing light seemed to be a matter of opinion in the case at hand. Dego observed the plethora of weapons and gear recognizing the different styles of hatchets and axes. It also seemed that the man had brought a good amount of cookware, and a few things that didn’t seem to have any application at all… well at least to the untrained eye of a young half elf. Rather then ask more questions then were needed Dego gave a brief nod to the question of packing light, assuming he was more in the featherweight division comparatively.

Stepping outside Dego didn’t stray far from his leader. The man moved with a certain uncanny grace unbefitting a dwarf loaded with gear. It was impressive to say the least. As they walked down the street he made very little sound and walked at an even pace. Conversation was kept minimal due to the fact that the topics at hand were not exactly Sunday brunch talk. It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the edge of the barrier, and without warning the dwarf had grabbed his companion and jerked him forward into the magic barrier. There was a slight resistance at first, and then, surprisingly nothing. They were through simple as that, with little more to show of it then some ruffled hair.

Committing the directions to memory by slowly repeating them to himself in his mind, the esh’ stayed close and looked around for landmarks to have in mind should he become separated from Bork. He wasn’t sure what Dar Havark was, but it didn’t sound that inviting. Overal it wasn’t hard to keep pace with his ranger, but Dego did let the man lead the way respectfully, he was the guide after all, and after a candlemarks worth of walking they were heading along a simple path that was slowly fading into the forest beneath dead foliage and low slung branches. They didn’t seem to bother Bork, or rather weren’t low enough too, but on the occasion dego did find himself trotting to keep up due to having to bob and weave around obstacles. Then without warning his leader stopped to fill him in on the information at hand.

Dego nodded somberly at the grisly details of the cities dark past. You could hardly tell if you hadn't already known, none of the buildings showed visible scars, and the ruins had seemingly been cleared away. Yes the population was low but the half elf had only assumed it was nothing more then a small town. All the information brought up questions of it being a carefully planned assault or coincidence. Those questions were better left for another time though, for now he would enjoy their hike through the woods.

The closer the pair drew to the mill, the wetter, and smellier it got. When at last they had made it, it reeked of slim and stagnant water. Bloodsuckers were thick and seemingly had a taste for elf. Dego didn’t stray far from Bork, and listened to all the information he could gather about the place. From the shape of things, it seemed there hadn’t been any activity here for a while. Half the mill was a heaping mess, the other half, much like the walls surrounding it. The whole of it had cobwebs and moss growing from every corner they could find.

Once Bork found the ladder leading down to the mill, and the question was presented of who would go first, Dego sized up the situation. Even if Bork could throw the axes extremely well, his bow would still be more accurate and fast. However from the upkeep of the area, and the moss growing on the stairs it was likely that no one had been here for some time. Further, Dego would be the lighter of the two and would be better suited for checking the footholds, especially considering he wasn’t a walking cutlery block.

“I’ll do it Bork, just cover me in case were not alone… I would hate to die after all that walking and not even see this grand safe room” He chuckled a bit before spinning about and grabbing hold of the metal rails and starting to work his way down. Dego would take it one step at a time, giving each footing a stout kick before resting his weight on it. If it didn’t feel safe he went to the next one either up or down… seeing as this was a gnomes mill they weren’t exactly massive gaps between footings.