Beren chewed his jerky without hurry, seemingly withdrawing into himself as if he was performing a standing meditation. Indeed he had his eyes closed, standing tall but with his arms crossed, and chewing softly. To contrast, Argon's slobbering gnawing and crunching was loud and obnoxious. He seemed to have found a dead possum through one of the alleyways, devouring great chunks of flesh, and oddly enough, gnawing sweetly along the stripped possum's limbs. 

Meanwhile, Geradin was inspecting the cavern entrance with a professional air. He entered into the cavern a bit, though still close enough to be within the sunlight. The Dwarf ran his hands over the rock, sometimes knocking against the stone with his knuckles once or twice and placing his ear to the rock. He grabbed one of the smaller stones and crushed it slightly, before checking the chips of rock it had shed. Smelling, touching, even tasting a bit of the rock, he then waddled out of the cavern and nodded. "This cavern'll go a few miles at least or I'm a bearded Gnome. It either stops after a few miles, or it enters something much wider. I reckon the latter, but I'm only tellin' ya what to look out fer."

Calanon strung his bow, still moving tirelessly without pause, and he climbed the nearest building between their group and the Rogs. Brogach pawed the building with his hoofs, before braying lightly and clopping over to the cavern entrance then. Calanon called down less than a minute later, saying the fog was dissipating slightly. They all took as a cue to move, and Geradin roared he should be up front. Of course, Beren and most people with longer legs started moving, inevitably passing him after 30 feet into the cavern. Indeed, the troop had little choice but to go [i]Into the Dark[/i].
[hr] 

[i]2 hours later[/i]. 

The cavern was stuffy and at some points cramped, but survivable so far. The group had taken little time to rest after their very short break up on the surface. Torches had not been used, for fear of pursuit from the Rogs. Instead, Beren had put on the silver pendant Vanya had provided for him and the others. It was not as good as a torch, but it helped his eyes better see in the dark. It was as Vanya described it, traveling upon a field under a full moon with naught a cloud in the sky. Calanon could see far better than he, but still wore the pendant just in case.

Geradin moved as if he was walking on the surface world, and Argon seemed to get around well enough, though even if he couldn't see very far, he wasn't one to complain regardless. Sett would need a torch or his pendant, as would Alice, and Ursaren in his bear form had a good enough sense of hearing and smell to not be [i]totally[/i] lost. An-Hasst could see less well without sun than with, and indeed he would need his pendant to see if there was no light. But he still had better vision in the darkness than a human would, say.

Winding and twisting, sometimes left and right and other-times in a sharp decline and a slow incline, the cavern stretched. That is, until they made it to the very end, which as Geradin predicted, wasn't an end, but an entrance to a far larger cavern that stretched too far for the eye to see. In fact, they found themselves upon an underground cliff, with paths going left, and some going right, hugging the cavern walls. Indeed a perilous road moved forward above a sheer drop. All around them was an dark chasm that fell into darkness. 

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