As the others spoke among themselves, Beren had used his powerful legs to leap across the magma like a pouncing wolf, landing right enough with the barest scuff of his stout boots. He seemed to be preoccupied with something in his thoughts, glancing around as if he could smell or hear something faint. "Yeah it sucks," he said absent mindedly to Ursaren, not voicing his thoughts on the man-bear having known any Dark Elves in his life. That was nearly impossible without them trying to kill you. 

Beren found a few small boulders near the back end of the room, where an archway had been collapsed upon itself. Beren squinted at it suspiciously, then called back for Ursaren to help him move some of the debris.

Meanwhile, as Calanon smoothed Brogach's snout, Geradin raised an eyebrow and gave An-Hasst the old Dwarven stink eye. He huffed, puffed, and befuffled! "Course I can!" He announced, smacking his chest. "But be patient. Foul magics have been wrought in this place, soiling the very stone!" The Dwarf marched past the Skayleigh over to the far right wall, where the lava entered into a tunnel and disappeared from the chamber. The Dwarf began to dust off parts of the wall, and knocked his knuckles against the stone, before sniffing it. He nodded thoughtfully, and continued to check. 

Settionne and Alice would notice something to the far left wall, where across the lava there looked to be a side passage. Granted there were many passages, but as it was stated, they would notice something. Something the others wouldn't. For Alice, a myriad of magical energies whispered to her, bringing her a somewhat bitter taste to her mouth and dulling her senses, and not in a pleasant way. For Settionne however, he was having a much better time of it. He felt a presence, something intriguing and oddly amusing from the energies he sensed. The Fineki pendant he wore would throb lightly. Some sort of mystical runoff or residue led to that tunnel, that much was certain. 

Brogach began to neigh and knicker, and Calanon tilted his head in confusion before he gave a start, realizing what his companion was sensing. Argon felt it too, flicking his tongue and gazing into the lava. An-Hasst would feel it after them, his shamanistic culture and their communal with the elements of nature giving him some sense of this new phenomenon. 

Namely, the lava had a spirit within it. Something faint, but it was there.  
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