Neddryn was first down the cliff and waited on the edge of the cooled lava sea, stamping his feet impatiently. Behind him, one thump after another heralded the arrival of his companions, including a scuffle, a particularly loud swear and some whining as Solae tripped over his own feet descending the last ledge. There was a thud and a whuff of air beside Neddryn as Solae landed hard at his brother's feet.
Neddryn didn't bother turning his head. "Smooth. Thought I was the blind one."
"Shut it," grumbled Solae, grasping Neddryn's hand without permission to pull himself back up. "Now where?" he asked.
"I'm still having trouble deciphering the patterns of the Sphere’s leylines," came Cormy's voice. "The signature is one of enchantmental decay, but there's no perpetration traces around the site of the draw."
"Say that again in a language we all understand, will ya?"