Now that Grek mentioned it, Alexius did feel a little uncomfortable returning to the low roofed caves. He had gotten a little too accustomed to the wide, cavernous interior of the grand temple of Scen. He began to feel sure of the fact that the walls closed in on him when he wasn't looking, and he began to wonder about the other voices. If he could hear them, they could surely hear him. They could even be in his thoughts. Are they plotting against him now? Waiting for a sign of weakness? Okay, deep breaths. Think of blue water, clear skies, okay.

The cave hall lead to Arjun's quarters, which has changed very little since he last saw it. There was the table and the chairs, both blackened by accidental fire blasts, all very familiar. There was the bed, which Alexius distinctly remembers helping put out more than a few times. There was even the musky smell, hinting of Arjun and some lizardess' . . . nightly activities.