Gazing around in wonder, her silvery eyes aglow with pure scholarly desire, Celandine let out a small giggle as she moved to shuffle in her satchel, now dry and repacked after her adventures earlier that day. From it she plucked her journal, plus an Aleraran pen - a fascinating feat of engineering which did not require constant re-dipping in ink - and began to roughly sketch the scene around them.

Ancient faces of ancient men, scarred and eroded by the patience of time, were hewn expertly into the stone. They were carved into the sides of the caverns, designed to appear to hold up the roof itself, while larger stalagmites were fashioned into miniature icons of mighty cities. Time had taken its own toll with all things, and some of the truly magnificent pieces were all but unrecognisable as being touched by mortal hands, such was the curse of it. Salt water collected in pools, algae and cyanobacteria ate away in their own forms, and various fungi found surprisingly ability to thrive in the dampness of the tunnels. It was almost pitch black, but the lanterns the small drow contingent had brought with them allowed enough light for Celandine to make her drawings. As they continued down the tunnels she paused every so often to detail another face, another carving. It kept others needing to wait for her, but they would not quell her spirit for Vanimar seemed keen to allow her the time to express her enthusiasm. It was only when they had gone half an hour through the process that she finally spoke.

"No runes. No writing at all. That is curious."

He was there already at her side, short crimson hair slick with sweat. "Very likely gone with the rest of the figures. Eroded."

"Yes," she agreed, although frowned. "But I would have thought even a simple letter would have remained. A word here or there, some old dwarven name."

Her eyes glanced up ahead of the bright light of Umbra's torch fading behind a stuff turning. "Hmm." Gazing back over to the small pictorial she was attempting to copy she waited until the dark elf spoke again.

"Miss, you are supposed to be leading us …" he hinted.

"Miss?" Hearing the word made her heart skip a beat and she looked up to Vanimar. Again, the blossoming strange emotions from before fluttered through her stomach and across her face and she felt her cheeks warming as she looked into his warm, resting-embers eyes. So beautiful, so …

"Right yes," she nodded quickly, pulling herself from the distraction. Turning sharply on her heel she stared back to where Umbra had just disappeared around the rock. Silly immature thoughts of fancy were filling her head and she tried to shake herself to be rid of them. This sketch would do for now - she would go onto the next one and make a more accurate inky representation of that. Thus she moved her hoof forward and -

Suddenly, a blur of deja vu. A terrible, rumbling noise. As if the earth itself was being torn apart, as if a titan was emerging, as if the ancient world serpent Jormungr was twisting in his eternal slumber …

Dust. Shattering. Water. Screaming. Celandine was gasping, people were yelling, Umbra was … rounding the corner as the earth around them began to rumble.

The young faun came back to herself. Eyes fixed forwards she watched the tall mercenary of metal hulk away around the corner and she realised that her déjà vu was not just a dream. It had been a dream, but it also had been a vision - a warning of what was to come. Why just now her mind chose to remind her of it, why just now it made her see - she did not know. All she had was a few seconds of panic and she stumbled forwards, arm outstretched as she yelled in alarm.

"No, Umbra, don't go there! It's -"

But she was too late. Of course she was too late. The party was fated to come across a weakened part of the ancient and unkept mine sooner or later. Rocks began to rumble, water rushed. Even as the soldiers just ahead of her and Vanimar had some warning and froze in their steps the cave still caught Umbra. The walls they passed crimes away and the roof fell in, and Celandine cursed herself for not having paid attention before to where they were.