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by: Jonathan Antony Strickland
The four men had stopped talking well over an hour ago. What had started off as a simple one day trek across the moors in search of an old village that Adam Smockrill had found signs of, had now turned into a tiring and pointless journey through rough and wet terrain as all four had become well and truly lost.
It had been Ted Morlando who had been keeping an eye on the map and guiding them at that particular time that had gotten the four into situation that they now found themselves. Only when Greg Hiesiner had questioned whether or not they where nearing the destination they sought, did Ted look down at the map and scratch his head in thought. Adam, who knew the surroundings better than the rest, checked the map that Ted had claimed he could read like the back of his hand and upon his inspection he'd confirmed there lost and lonely position out on the moors.
Ted was an American who had arrived in England and the town of Tremwell when Adam had rang him earlier that month about his lucky discovery. He claimed to Ted to have found several roman coins and some signs of buildings from a past age. Ted's interest had pecked up and he agreed with Adam to accompany him on an expedition into the moors.
Ted was now in his fifties and was the oldest member of the group by a clear ten years. Adam was around ten years younger, with Greg (who was also from England) five years younger than him. He lived up North in a small village called Toningwill. The youngest of the four was Phill Fitzgerald. Phill was in his late twenties and hailed from Derwich in Ireland.