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.

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[aceso]

Christine is coming to that realization herself and when Adelaide voices the same, the younger healer lets out a sigh. The thought of anyone going down into that water from which corpses rise is a disgusting thought.

"I cannot swim," she states simply, looking towards the two men present, merely because she really doesn't want to see her mentor go down.