As the others discuss their plans, Gorm swims into the large cavern, the sound of her movement quiet against the watery echos of the massive space. Ahead she spies a group of figures standing on a stone quay to the right of the flowing water. A small skiff is moored to the quay, and a torch burns in a bronze sconce by the tunnel mouth.
A canal leads to the north beyond the boat, and the lake continues west into darkness.
One of the figures, a leather-clad woman idly spinning a barnacle-encrusted shield on her arm, points into the water.
"We expectin' any wildlife Eyon?" she says as she watches the submerged bear approach.
New Map!
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