"We should head topside. It seems everything of value is loaded into the wagon, and we should make our way off with that before anyone else can. My sleep spells should last a minute yet, but that leaves no time for dallying. My familiar, Rhetoric, will follow Lamm and determine his new whereabouts. We'll pursue at a more opportune time," Dalen grimaces, not mentioning to his allies just how close he came to fully depleting himself.

In truth, he felt inadequate here. It wasn't that this was a bad outcome, or he'd somehow failed. It was that he couldn't do more. That he lacked the power to pursue Lamm and press their initiative. It was a matter that urgently needed addressing. He sighed, and turned his attention towards returning to the upper level and the cart.