Icefield
Rosa just smirked and then turned heel.
[...]
Their small ragged group continued onwards at a sharp pace. The icefields soon gave way to mountains, those that seemed to stall in their eyesight until one morning it seemed they had suddenly sprung up upon them. It was a cold hazardous trip. Rosa drove them like dogs and offered the barest reprieve. It was promised that rest could occur at either's choosing but she didn't intend on waiting. Their descent from the mountains had them placed on warmer plateaus. Warmer in the sense the heights and peaks were freezing. Snow and ice covered their footing despite the appreciable rise in temperature. Then Rosa informed them that the ruin wasn't far. The group arrived on the next afternoon.
It being a ruin wasn't apparent from first glance. It was just a cave entrance and one that seemed to engender a steep descent. Then the group might have noticed the used supplied scattered around. Rubbish - filth. It seemed recent. Rosa had glanced amongst it all before offering the group a shrug. Her reasoning was that after their trek it was worth at least checking in. She didn't offer much space to disagree.
Unidentified cave
Their camp sat in the middle of a large dank cavern but the sheer amount that their charge had brought with him made the area seem small and all their actions public. It was almost like a slum: people lived on top of other people and their filth. It would have been pitch black if not for their fires. The noise of mining equipment reverberated around them. Least those hired into their more specialised conditions weren't required to engage in the sweaty, disgusting work that marked the conditions of most of the hirelings. Khazi-daro and Nammusat alongside the Redguard, Mr. Ruuz and his Argonian companion, Talks-Too-Much.
Mr. Ruuz was a frighteningly tall, frighteningly well built man, in perhaps his later thirties. He spoke little, introduced himself as Mr. Ruuz and then seemed to spend most of his time sharpening blades that the brighter amongst them might have recognised as akhaviri in origin. His friend - or at least it seemed the pair had prior relations - was close to the opposite. He was small, covered in green scales of an orange tinge and didn't seem to use weapons, though was dressed in full leather. He talked - a lot: quite a lot - and in a peculiar upper-class Imperial accent that he hadn't gotten to explaining. He was - at that moment - talking. Talking about their charge, Baronet Theodastyr Camlorn, seventh son of Baron Tristane Camlorn of Beauchamp, seventh son of Lord Gaspar Camlorn V of Camlorn. That was, actually, how he introduced himself. However he hadn't been since in a number of afternoons, haven taken to bed with a illness, rumoured to be a headcold: or so according to Talks-Too-Much.
In his absence, Flacus Rian, the Baronet's guardian, took charge of the excavation, though it was arguable that had always been the case. He directed the miners with merciless persistence. Their efforts had revealed a first tunnel, removing the rock that had blocked it for gods knew how many centuries and now their attention was devoted to a second. Their own part of the expedition would begin once the second was excavated though it hadn't mean mentioned what it was, or how it would be organised. It was as Flacus's furious tone flared up again that a sudden movement in the cavern's entrance caught their eyes.
Bow in hand, a woman could be seen to be creeping up along the cover of the tunnel wall, her figure illuminating as she moved towards the light.
[...]
From their angle at the cavern entrance, Kelessa, Sees-In-Shade and Sinyail could see the grand expanse of the cavern, the tents, the workers.
Good thing the new guy is far more a pacifist to say the least
