[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Jollan][@Rai][@geurls]
Though the party had managed to easily dispatch the thugs that had ambushed them, Mason felt as if the confrontation with the water spirit came far too close for comfort, and the infighting between Constance and Dremmick did little to ease his mind.  

Decending to the ground next to Dremmick, he watched Constance begin to haphazardly 'interrogate' the captured bandits; [color=FFE4E1]”Who do you serve? What purpose do you hold to send a milita after us?”[/color] 

She was pathetically bad at it; intimidation was far from her strong suit.  As the interrogation continued, Mason noticed that their eyes would keep moving between Constance and Dremmick, one of the bandits however, kept glancing toward the mountain nervously. Mason was hit with a sudden realization; this was merely a [b]distraction[/b], someone else sought the artifact and with all the time wasted, they were likely already upon it.

[color=darkorange]"Shit!"[/color] Mason exclaimed under his breath, the success of the entire party was suddenly at stake, resting on the brink of failure. 

[color=darkorange]"Dremmick, take the map, I've already memorized it, and you two will need to catch up to me, there is no time to waste!"[/color] he hurriedly explianed as he shoved the map into his companion's hand before launching into the air, headed in the direction of the cave.  

Calling Lulu to his side, Mason matched the horse's speed before mounting her from the air. There was no time to spare, he needed to reach the cave [b]NOW[/b].