Amunet probably should have closed her eyes for a bit, but the anxiety of the unknown of what they faced had her mind turning things over as well as trying to procure details from the precipice before her. The rhythm of the grasslands did manage to relax her to a degree. Her eyes coursed over to the large watchman. He even looked as if he may say something, but the other member of their party broke the quiet. There was a barely audible soft sigh as the watchman entertained the questions.
At some point, the watchman got up and knelt close to her to say that it was time. She nodded as she got up slow and easy like. She left Toite to wander with the stallion as she shouldered her pack and yvas bag. She looked at the bow and quiver that she knew nothing about using to wonder if she should take it along. Those fingers trailed across the crafted wood of the shortbow as she tried to decide. She had enough to carry and decided to leave it on the horse. When she turned she noticed that the watchman was caring light. That face contorted with a look of disagreement. Does he not realize that an expedition doesn’t travel on bravery alone? It seemed she was sighing a lot this night as she followed the default leader.
He stopped at a particular location. Just stopped. Amunet’s head swiveled slowly to the side in wondering what he stopped for. She even followed Lodai’s head up as he looked at the rise of Leth. The wonder that happened before her hit her like ice water. There was a gasp that escaped from her as she saw the magic. It seemed like magic to her. Lodai said take nothing. What would she take? She thought as she nodded to him as she fell into step. One hand was on the wall as she made steady steps. She didn’t move as fast as Lodai but it was steady. The lack of a railing was a bit unnerving but she didn’t focus on that. She focused on the bloody damned staircase that was starting to make her legs burn the further they moved on. When they stopped to rest, she was sweating quite well.