They disguised themselves well as rocks, but it was a living organism down here beneath the surface. It was thick, at least the width of a man, but at the base of the formation was a strange batch of white growths. Klint walked over to his right to a stalagmite.

All the sorts of creatures that may or may not exist living in these caverns and the ecosystems they might participate in. Klint didn’t back down, and showed his knowledgeable side too and they engaged in speculations that would challenge the Virtue of Humility itself. Jinta turned to Klint, “Yes, the formation over there came from the droplets of water of ceiling depositing calcium over centuries or more…” he trailed off into a diatribe of geological knowledge for a time. She casually listened to Klint and Jinta. She watched as the river flowed by with a slight roar that echoed throughout the cavern. Yintara kicked some stones across the cavern floor into the river below to kill some time while the gentlemen stroked their egos and waxed intellectual about their geological knowledge. “A marvelous mark of discovery on our record it would be Klint.” Jinta nodded in agreement in awe of the underworld before him. The other man spoke up, “Think of it Jinta, we could name it after ourselves at the college back home.” A sparkle of ambition and pride filled his eyes that dwarfed the sparkling jewelry with which he adorned himself. Of course it had a name, but it would do them no good. We should move along.” The lie was to guard the secrets of the cavern. She shook her head, “Nah, ‘tis but a dank old cavern. “Yintara, does this place have a name? It is simply incredible in its size and scope.” The one man stated with his academic urban tone. Both were showing their inexperience now as they began to question her about the caves to which she had become so familiar. Flush with cash and equipment, they hired her to guide them across the continent on a pilgrimage to a famous shrine of Honor. Two of them, both male, were a wealthier sort from the cities. However, she had much more experience moving through these so-called ‘catacombs’ than any of her companions.įinally, she caught up to the companions. A simple mistake with one’s footing could result in a fall into the river below, or gravity between the rock and one’s head. Moisture put off by the river both beautified the cavern but acted as a deadly host to her earnest companions. The tread of one’s shoe was important here unless great care were taken. To her left was a modest waterfall, an obvious inlet of moisture from the surface far above this place. The stalagmites and other cavernous formations spoke to the absolute timelessness of this place. Jumping down from her precipice, she rejoined her companions across a small wooden bridge over the sheltered river. A humid mist permeated the air and diffused the light across the cavern. The sound of water filled the air before her its smell gave what little freshness there was to be had in this dank place. She stood on the rocky precipice looking out upon the dense rock that filled this cavern. In today’s tale of the Underworld, Vandigeth weaves a story of adventure and betrayal while illustrating the danger of losing sight of Virtue in “The Cavern”. But sometimes when things go wrong, the only person we have to blame is ourselves. Not all adventures turn out the way we plan, and not all partnerships are profitable.

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