He stood there alone at the opening. His eyes were adjusting to the world around him as a mild breeze came against his face in the humid air. At the age of 17, Lewie stood there and was in awe with the wonders that he was experiencing. He shouldn't have come up this far, but his witty and daring mind wouldn't let him stay underground to roam in the catacombs due to the lack of entertainment for his liking.

He turned to observe the man fidgiting through the vegitation covering the entrance to the catacombs from where he too had come from. Thorton was grunting and complaining about everything as usual. Lewie took out his knife and cut away some of the vines to ease his friend through.

"Why you would come up here I just don't know.", exclaimed Thorton with a pout, "I don't know how you even talked me into this."

"Would you rather just go back down and return to your studies?", asked Lewie.

Thorton looked at him with resenting dark eyes. He was sick of the studies. The elders had ensured that everyone would learn to carry out there sense of reality. Anyone who opposed was dishonored and ignored. He hated being there. He would sometimes find himself setting down and just thinking of how much he did not belong with these people.

"No.", he wispered, "Let's continue.".

Lewie took a few stones and laid them in such a way that he would be able to find the entrance later, but appeared as if they had always lain on the ground in that mannor. Moments later, the two adventurers were walking down the hill towards the forest in the north.