The night air in Elderglen is crisp and carries the scent of pine and damp earth, a gentle reminder of the forest that surrounds the village. As the group returns to The Whispering Wood tavern, the cobblestones beneath their feet resonate with their steps, a steady rhythm that synchronizes with the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Elara walks a few steps ahead, her elven eyes catching the faintest reflections of moonlight filtered through the branches above. She is lost in thought, the weight of the mission ahead pressing on her mind, but there is a quiet determination in her steps. Behind her, Thorbek and Pippin converse softly, their voices a comforting murmur in the stillness of the night. "A tool like this isn't just about metal," says Thorbek, his voice a low rumble. "It's the heart you put into it, the purpose. Garin understands that, and that's why it will be perfect." Pippin nods, his eyes scanning around, ever vigilant despite the casual air he projects. "But we'll need more than just tools. I've been thinking about those lower tunnels... maybe we're not alone down there."
Pippin nods, his eyes scanning around, ever vigilant despite the casual air he projects. "But we'll need more than just tools. I've been thinking about those lower tunnels... maybe we're not alone down there." Groth walks silently beside them, his eyes examining the shadows with innate caution. The orc's presence is a cornerstone, a reminder of the strength and determination that unites his group. His thoughts are a tranquil river, focused on the task at hand, but always attentive to the currents that can change at any moment. As they reach the Whispering Wood, the warm glow of the tavern spreads through the street, a beacon of welcome and refuge. Inside, the atmosphere is quiet, with a few latecomers still sipping their drinks, the soft clinking of mugs and muffled laughter creating a comfortable scene. Elara leads them to a secluded corner table where they can plan without interruption. The table is worn and smooth under her fingers, a testament to years of shared stories and whispered secrets. "We need a strategy," Elara begins, her voice calm and measured. "Garin will have the tool ready, but we need to be prepared for anything when we're in the mines."
Thorbek leans forward, his eyes alert. "Yes, and we should map our way. These tunnels are a labyrinth, and losing our way could mean losing more than just time." Pippin's eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but I agree. We need to be smart about this." Groth nods, his gaze steady. "We move forward together, we fight together. We will find Joren." Their words are simple, yet they carry a weight that reassures everyone. As they lay out their plans, the outside world seems to fade, leaving only the glow of the tavern and the shared determination that binds them. The night stretches on, but in the warmth of the Whispering Woods, time seems to slow down, allowing them a moment of peace before the challenges of tomorrow.