The next morning.
The sun rose lazily over the Bramble Region.
It painted the sky orange-gold.
Outside Merlin's cottage.
Three horses were already saddled and waiting.
Lancelot, Vivianne, and Thorin sat mounted.
They looked like a mismatched trio from three different games entirely.
In his new adventurer's gear, Lancelot looked at the bright sky with a heroic smile.
"Ah… the sun's perfect today!"
He grinned so wide his teeth almost glimmered.
"We should move now before the sun gets tired."
Thorin let out a deep, soul-weary sigh.
"I had plans with me wife today…"
He grumbled like a little child.
"Somehow, Merlin still found a way to ruin that."
Vivianne's half-lidded crimson eyes shifted slightly toward the dwarf in her usual dull look.
"But exploring ancient tombs is really fun though."
With how dull she sounded you'd think it was boring.
Thorin stared at her.
"Fun for Merlin and Lancelot maybe."
The dwarf leaned on his mountain-pony's crest.
