Good for them, Endermon thought as she went to her room for the night. Shiloh was there, as usual. Shiloh helped her out of her armor that she forgot she was wearing, and once it was put away, they lie together on the bed. Since it might be a while before they could be alone again, things happened in the light of the moon that proper people don't talk about in public.

In the morning, Endermon woke up refreshed and ready to start traveling. She knocked on Rutus's door to let her know she was starting breakfast. When Endermon knocked on Dresden's door there was a grumbling from inside. Looks like someone overdid it last night thought Endermon as she got a quick breakfast ready.

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She didn't bother setting out bowls or plates, it was eat or go hungry, as she was getting her armor on between bites. The other two did the same. Finally they were packed and ready to go.

They saddled up and headed off up the road towards the north. The man promised he'd look after the place and with the familiar sound of Shiloh's carriage rumbling behind them they were off in search of the treasure, wherever it may be. They still didn't know what it was or if it existed, but they were excited to find out.