Lob groaned again for the umpteenth time that day. When the shop-man told him that no one else would eat the dog meat, he chose to eat his fill and gain its power before burying the rest. Well somewhere between five to fifteen pounds of dog meat must have had its vengeance upon him for the barbarian was sick as a dog the next day. He had crawled into the back of the wagon and curled up in as small a ball as he could on his side. He had the red hounds pelt over his black bearskin now as extra protection but the cool rain felt wonderful as the rode for the most of the day. 

Suddenly the rain had stopped, as had all the conversation. The silence stirred him as he looked around at the massive cave he suddenly found himself in, there was light to one end as far as an arrow flies, and to the other way it shined with a grass green light following the sounds of dripping water and bats fluttering in the dark.

Slowly, very slowly, Lob sat up and took in the scents of the area, he could find the stench of guano and decided the first thing to do was to hide his scent. First he washed himself clean in the dripping pools before handful by handful he smeared the scat into his skin to hide himself by another's nose. Next he took a few moments to return to the earth what he had taken and rid himself of the last of the dog meat from the day before.

Relieved and no longer in as much agony. The arboreal orc took himself up the wall with 'catch' in his teeth, there were plenty of handholds for the skilled climber to use as he loped his way into the darkness, relying on his infravision and his instincts to keep him safe in the cave as he passed between stalagtites like treetrunks. He found a outcropping about a hundred handholds into the cave and paused to take a new bid of his surroundings, the light from the exit now fully gone.

The green light was now being provided by glowing rocks, starstones as other tribes had called them. He took a moment to unfurl his club and brought the dragonbone smashing down on the crystal formation to knock one loose. He hoped the starstone would bring him good luck or be good for a gift to the lady with the axe when he gets back to the others.

That was something odd, he didn't smell any of the others when he had woken up, just as loud a silence as when he didn't hear them. He smelled him but that was all, he was truly alone in the cavern and that made him tread more cautiously.