The group, now bolstered by Harlan's willingness to guide them through the labyrinthine tunnels, returns through the village. The cobblestone streets echo softly underfoot as they pass the market stalls preparing for the day. Elara, ever the leader, suggests they gather more supplies before plunging into the depths of the mines. "We should stock up on food and water," she says, looking at the others. "It might take longer than expected down there." Thorbek nods, his eyes scanning the stalls for provisions. "Yes, and perhaps some extra rope and torches. The darkness won't do us any favors." Pippin steps forward, his small hands already reaching for a bundle of dried fruit hanging from a vendor's cart. "I'll take care of the exchange," he announces with a wink, his charm as much a tool as a weapon. Groth remains at the edge of the market, his senses attuned to the sounds and aromas around him. The aroma of seasoned meats and fresh herbs is enticing, but his focus remains on the task ahead. He watches as the others gather supplies, his presence a silent reminder of their purpose.
With their backpacks full and their spirits lifted by the camaraderie they share, the group regroups on the outskirts of the village. The sun is now high, casting a warm glow over Elderglen as if blessing their efforts. Harlan adjusts his miner's cap, squinting to see the path ahead. "It's been a while," he reflects, his voice carrying a note of nostalgia. "But with you guys, I think we'll find our way. Just remember that tunnels have their own way of testing a person." The group nods, their determination unwavering as they set off toward the old mines. The weight of their supplies, Harlan's knowledge, and their mutual trust strengthen them as they enter a world of stone and shadows, where the earth holds secrets and the air whispers forgotten stories.