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The mines, once boarded up and abandoned, have been opened back up to any would-be spelunkers to venture into in the hopes of finding gems and treasures aplenty. It is said that these mines burrow deep into the depths of the mountain and no one can tell you exactly how deep they go, but if you're feeling lucky, grab a pickaxe on your way in and find out for yourself.

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[ All they can see is that it's a sparkle. Perhaps the pit is too deep for the flashlight to get through all the way. Too much darkness.

Whatever is at the bottom of the pit though, seems to beckon the two over like a child asking their parents to play with them because they found a new toy, not the kind that shady old people ask you to come over to read your fortune for half your income. ]

[ Trahearne hums in thought. ]

It's too dangerous for us to leap in blindly. [ He knows caution. In a way, it kind of brings back memories of exploring Orr for the first time... omg it really is an ideal date!!!!!!! ] Luckily, we have help.

[ He lifts a hand, and one of his flesh golems totters over, and instantly yeets itself into the pit.

At least they'll be able to hear how deep it is. ]

[This isn't even a date in Syrlya's mind anymore.

Anyway. He's not about to stop Trahearne from throwing his flesh golem in, but he will tilt his head to try and hear if it's going to splat.]

... I don't think there's any way to get any actual feedback from that, is there?

[ Goodbye, flesh golem... but neither Trahearne nor Syrlya will hear it go splat. Instead, it sounds like the faint sound of a pile of crunchy autumn leaves. If they can sense it, it's definitely not dead. The distance? They could land on B4F in an instant. They're currently at B1F. ]

[ As Trahearne's head tilts to listen, he turns to Syrlya, studying him as he waits.

No splat. Trahearne's command over his golem tells him it yet lives, so-- ]

Did you hear that? [ The faint sound of leaves, that is. ] It seems to have survived the fall.

[ Like he's done this a thousand times before, he scoots off the edge of the pit, hands gripping the edge as his toes find purchase on the wall of it; he looks back, and down, and--oh. He feels faintly sick. The sensation of falling off the airship is suddenly vivid in his mind, and--

Well. There's a phobia he didn't realize he'd developed.

He freezes in that position for a second, knowing it's probably fine but he just can't. bring himself. to let go. ]

I don't suppose you can tell what state it's in? [He hears leaves. He can't tell if it broke any of its recycled bones. Though, he's dealt with Marjory's minions enough he knows the answer.

He scoots back a bit, starting the entrance of a portal under his feet. You know, in case he needs some help back up. And then he moves back to the edge, turning to face the wall as he falls down enough that he's hanging by his fingers--and then drops. He tries to slide along the wall, gloves absorbing the friction as he tries to use it to balance his speed and not just free fall to a possibly broken spine.]

[ The walls will give some friction (very little). There are no grooves to hold onto. Perfectly smooth. It's also not able to be climbed.

But it won't matter, since the two will land on a very cushy pile of crunchy autumn leaves that somehow protects them from getting injured despite falling from that height. No broken spines, tree bones(???), or anything. Well, that's if neither of you land smack onto the flesh golem that's just lying there uselessly. Roll higher than a ten to dodge or you might actually get injured.

Apart from that, there's a 12in/~30cm tall, small brown bear cub that looks surprised when it sees Trahearne and Syrlya land. ]

Oh, no... I shouldn't have asked anyone to play with me.

[ It seems to speak the universal Crescentview language somehow. The voice definitely sounds like the equivalent to a human child. ]

[ Trahearne watches Syrlya leap down and--it's fine. It's fine. He's done this a million times before, it isn't as though Mordremoth itself is waiting for him down there, he's fine, he's fine.

And so he lands gracefully onto the pile of leaves, second flesh golem arriving not far behind. The bear's voice causes him to whip his head around, regard the cub, and put his hands up in a show of peace. ]

Oh! I'm sorry. Have we disturbed you?

[Syrlya does not land so gracefully. Since he descends first, Trahearne's landing is superceded by Syrlya's sudden yelp of pain as instead of hitting the leaves he ends up colliding with the form of Trahearne's flesh golem.

Which probably wouldn't be so bad were he not, in fact, carrying injuries from only a few days ago.

He rolls away from the golem with a groan, squinting up at the... talking bear. Huh. He didn't think Norn could shapeshift that young...]

[ Oof. That looked painful, but then Trahearne addressed it, causing it to look up at him. He's so tall... ]

I just wanted someone to play with. I got a new stick!

[ It holds up the stick, which looks like any old tree branch. ]

I'm still waiting for my mom to come back with food... Is it okay if you two play with me in the meantime? There's a nice pond over there too!

[ It points deeper into the floor. Surprisingly, they can see dimly glowing lights. Maybe they're fireflies? Why are they in the mines. Don't question it. ]

Oh. [ That's a pleasant surprise, and a pleasant little request. He smiles down at the little bear, conscious of his own stick at his waist. ]

I'd be delighted to, but let me confer with my-- [ ... ] --with him, first.

[ He turns to Syrlya, stooping beside him. He fixes a hand at his back to lift him into a sitting position, looking him over for any obvious injuries from the fall. He's worried, but ready to help if need be. ]

Are you all right? Do you need healing?

[Well, nothing obvious with how much clothing he wears. He presses a hand to his head.] I'll be fine. Why don't you--play with them.

[He waves his hand. After that drop he's not terribly enthused about playing with a talking bear. He'll get his bearings for a moment and then maybe try and find what that sparkle was.]

[ Syrlya won't have to look so hard, since this chamber seems to be full of things embedded into the walls, mostly of sandrose crystals. There even seems to be a diamond that's embedded into the wall with the sandrose formations resembling an eye. ]

Here, Mister! Let's go to the pond! It's fun to play in it and you get to see magical things!

[ The cub scurries on over to the pond. It's glowing a luminescent blue, yet the water is absolutely clear. There seems to be alexandrites embedded into the bottom of the pond, but they are not retrievable for now. The cub pokes the stick inside the water, holds it there for ten seconds, and picks it back up and when withdrawn from the waters, it starts blooming cherry blossoms. ]

Do you wanna try it out too, Mister? It'll do something really cool to it!

[ Trahearne regards Syrlya for a moment, not exactly believing him. Of course he's worried. And so he touches the ground, bidding a bright Well of Blood to burst forth beneath them. It's not a cure, but it should help soothe the initial pain of the fall for now.

He gently squeezes his shoulder, a silent plea to take it easy and to follow when he's ready, before he gets up to follow the cub.

He looks around at the pool, entranced by the beauty of the scene. And when the bear shows him the neat trick, he brightens. ]

How delightful. This place is beautiful. [ He glances back at Syrlya briefly, wanting to show him, before unfastening his own stick from his waist and sticking it in the water for ten seconds, too. ]

[Syrlya sits there for a minute before pulling his hand from his head and pushing to his feet. He gives the area a look around, staring long at the strange sandrose formation before he follows them to the water.

--Oh, the jewels down there are much prettier. If he had his aqua breather, getting them would be a simple affair.]

[ Trahearne's stick has apple tree flowers sprouting and blooming from the stick. You sure you wanna dive into this kind of water even with an aqua breather, Syr?? ]

I wanna show my mom when she comes back! She loves these the most because when she wakes up from winter, these are the first things she sees in the spring. You should hold onto yours, mister! It looks like a very lucky branch!

[ Blessed by the water from the pond, Trahearne's tree branch with flowers on it now possesses the ability to force a nat20 for whoever holds it at the time. Once only. What a lucky thing, indeed. ]

[ Trahearne is delighted as he watches the branch bloom. It certainly feels lucky in his hands! ]

Thank you. I will keep this.

[ When he hears Syrlya approach, he looks over at him and gently nudges him, gesturing to the blossoming branch. ]

[Syrlya does regard his now blooming stick with some curiosity. Lucky, huh?

But then he's leaning over the edge to try and get a better look at what's down below. Maybe he can ask Trahearne to send one of his flesh golems to try and dig them up, the colors are so lovely...

His grip slips when he tries to push up, that thought in mind, and instead and up toppling forward into the pond. Oops!]

[ Unfortunately, Syrlya has fallen into the pond. He may feel an overwhelming life energy akin to healing coursing through him, but then he starts to rapidly sprout all sorts of flowers all over his body—even under his clothes and on his face.

This has no effect on his health, though yanking the flowers out from the body will hurt and cause bleeding (whatever tree people's equivalent of bleeding is) and will leave scars. He can, however, snip the flowers off with scissors or so and the stems will eventually die off and disintegrate. No scars with that method.

The baby bear gasps. ]

He's growing flowers!!

[ And this is why you don't want to dive in even with an aqua breather. ]

[ Trahearne's eyes immediately go wide with horror. ]

Syrlya!

[ His voice cracks a little. He's about to stick his hand in to grab him but he knows better than that. Luckily, though, his stick is sizeable, and he thrusts that in, just in case Syrlya needs help getting back up.

And when he's on ground-- ]

Are you all right?! [ His eyes dart all over the now-flowering sylvari. Yikes. ] Does it hurt?

[The wounds on his body stitch back together, the story of rapid speed healing he reconfirm with magic.

And then something crawls under his skin.

Syrlya scrambles backwards, using the edge of the pond for support to push his top half out of the water with a gasp. He scoots away so he doesn't trip in again during back as he catches his breath--] Ow!

[He pinches one of the flowers growing from his neck and plucks it free, staring in bewilderment.] Oh dear.

[ There are so many flowers on Syr that he might as well be a flower bush right now. The cub looks at him with wide eyes. ]

Are you okay, Mister...?

[ Plucking them with stems and all is sure going to leave a mark... It toddles back to the main chamber and toddles back to them with a small container of honey. Surprisingly, it's regular honey. ]

Mom said to eat this when I want to feel better... so you can have some too.

[ Trahearne watches in horror as sap oozes from the spot on Syrlya's neck that he plucked from. Without a second's hesitation he reaches out to wipe it away with his thumb, scarcely noticing the bear speaking and toddling away. ]

You're bleeding. [ Concern is thick in his voice. He absently wipes his hand on his skirt, then reaches out again to hold his head, get a better look at him. ]

Syrlya, please be more careful.

[ It's not a scold, just pure worry. ]

I noticed. [He frowns at the flower he plucked before letting it fall to the floor.]

I don't think their roots are deep. I--[He stops partway as he averts his attention to the bear regardless which way Trahaerne tries to turn his head.]

I--thank you, but. I will be all right. [He holds up a hand to decline an offer. Honey is, unfortunately, not what he needs right now.]

[ Aw. The bear puts the honey away. It looks as if it's saying something else, but--

--with a blink of an eye, the two will find themselves outside the mines. The mine journey is finished. Have fun clipping those flowers off you, Syr! ]

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