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The posse edges into the tunnel, passing the newtling bachelors as they line the walls. The way turns quickly from gold to grey and warm mist begins to hug the mens ankles as they walk. unseen bones crunch underfoot, causing the occassional stumble and wince of pain.

The lead three, Jarenst, Prox, and palmir suddenly find them selves at the tunnels opening, the lanterns held behind, illuminating a large cavern, warm, fetid, wet air with clouds of mist hiding both floor and ceiling. The noise of water comes from somewhere ahead, strange sounding and as the mist clears for a moment the men can see a slowly moving stream...an ice slurry which rises above the streams bank, moving slowly to the left, cracking and slooshing ominously.

A newtling whimpers..armour creaks and the posse begin to sweat.

Strange shadows show within the mist