A Little Down In The Mouth Pt 2

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide LeBlanc, Christine Delacroix, Elian Abascal, Michel de Chevin
WHAT: Investigating the Red Templar Camp
WHEN: Firstfall, late
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: Swearing, swimming

The camp itself isn't terribly helpful. Everything looks to be in order, nothing terribly remarkable save for the oddly placed hook on their cauldron. Why would anyone weld a hook on the bottom of a cauldron? Poking around reveals little else aside from a rope burned branch hanging over the pond and several reeds cut cleanly.

Adelaide peers back at the lump of iron in the center of the templar camp, back to the branch, and then the pond.

"...One of us is going to have to swim and sort out what they were looking for." If there is no one else available? She supposes it must be her.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

She ignores it. Such displays of fear or loathing or distaste are familiar enough for her not to take it personally- and what does it say of the world that it is something she's come to see as normal?

It does not matter. Finding answers- that matters. Between the four of them getting the rope over the tree limb, the hook tied to the end and that set into the cauldron- it's short work. Attaching reeds to the leather, watertight bags for ease of breathing below, also quickly done. To Christine Adelaide offers a reassuring nod. "I shall send up a flare if we find anything."

Maker willing, they ought. Skirts of her chemise gathered in one hand, cauldron dragging with the other, she nods for Michel to join her in the pond. With the air offered by the cauldron they ought to be able to seek out more without having to swim all the way to the surface- and perhaps manage to see what the templars were after.

[dairsmuid]

Elian almost asks her to send them up at intervals anyway—a sign they're alive, not in trouble—but the aforementioned distaste stays his tongue, on top of his usual reticence and the knowledge that she would be expending limited energy mostly for the sake of his and Christine's peace of mind. He can probably trust them not to let themselves drown.

So he doesn't say anything at all, only nods at Michel in passing to wish him luck while he retreats further onto the bank to set aside the water and stoke the fire.

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[disgracedchampion]

If the Maker could find a way to keep them dry while under the water that would be very useful indeed...a thought Michel kept to himself, of course, but a valid one nonetheless. And one he was certain he could not be alone in. Regardless he followed dutifully and gathered himself just as Lady LeBlanc gathered her skirts prepared for the chill once again.

Hopefully they would find something of significance this time around.

[aceso]

[ ooc: I need to bow out of this. Please skip me. Christine will just be hanging out in the background. ]

[fleurdesel]

Into the chill and the air offered by the cauldron, the weight offers them some assistance in working their way down to a semi respectable depth. With air it is not quite so horrid, even if she'd rather not have to do this at all, it is what it is. With the light her wisp offers them and the bag and reed- she dove down to seek out whatever it was the Templars had been after. She takes a turn, comes up empty, and swam back up to the cauldron, offering Michel the reed. "I'll send a wisp after you."