The flow of the cave river ran deep, a rich bubbling noise threading through it’s darkened waters, guiding the boat atop its surface and into the depths of it’s path.

When the three had gone far enough from the mouth to enter a darkness quite unlike the night, Namir conjured a small wisp of pale gold to light the way.

The boat was unfortunately too small to contain the three, therefore, Teena carefully swam behind the two. Namir occasionally glanced back to see if the beast had still remained behind them, catching a glimpse every time of something sparking beyond their eyes, keeping pace with the boat and the current of the river.

On their route, they had passed many curiosities such as cave paintings, strange creatures as pale as snow, and large stone structures that arose from the depths.