Pathfinder2e The Spurned hath no fury like alchemy

Mara looks at Logrith once the contract has been invoked and scowls. "Next time we hire a lawyer or better still just walk away from anyone we have bow down before and address with an honorific."

She sticks 4 fingers in her mouth and lets out a piercing whistle to attract Sudamon and the mayors attention, "I mean if I am going to waste my time chasing after some thieving tart in a crimson scarf I want it to be because I want to chase after her not because some lord mayor demands it of me."

Well well now. Who is up for a little cave diving? White claw would be chomping at the bit if he had one. As if in agreement, the bear makes a small woofing sound. What do you say Mara?

Mara slips off her horse adjusts her top and smooths the open skirt over her trousers. The dusty skinned desert Elf sizes up Tarquin and Larkin with her oversized amethyst eyes. "Mara," she says quietly, there’s an Osiriani accent to her common, "Marashepsut Numara, not very elvish I know. Your thief scurried into this hole, we were about head in, you are welcome to join us of course."

Mara looks over the newcomers’ shoulders at the mayor, "Do you have someone who can watch after my horse Malik? I would hate to loose her."

Yes of course, the rest of you can help. Although I don't know you and hope you are....uh...dependable.
As an afterthought Logrith adds, and the bear always has my back.

Larkin dismounts, dropping off to the side of his mount. Giving the horse a soft pat he will send the horse back towards Sudamon, "Thank you, I appreciate you and your aid in this."

Turning back to the group and the cave, he whispers a soft prayer and the bluish flames that glow softly from the orbiting aeon stone flare up, casting a brilliant blush light in the area around. A smile lights up his face as he gazes at the flames, the tingling of the magic still dancing across his skin, "I am happy to light our path, although I do not know if I am the best equipped to be the front line for our party, as I do not tend to wear much armour. Perhaps you dwarf and your sturdy bear would like to spearhead this effort and I shall follow close behind to provide light for you?"

As he says this, he is running quick checks on his gear, weapons, and the light armour he does wear, making sure all is in place. The black and white mask swings slightly from where it is attached to his belt.

We surly are up to the task. Let's go White Claw. Logrith is barely finished talking when the bear clambers down the shaft, not needing any rope. He then grabs the rope and makes quick work of the climb down.

Larkin will follow behind Logrith, grasping the rope and sliding down. The small stone continues to orbit around his head, throwing off a bright bluish light for the group to see by. Once down, he will take stock of the area and look for anyone hiding, or waiting for the group down the shaft.