He kept walking until he saw light in the distance, and hope grew in his heart. Along with concern. The ground uneven and the limestone stalagmites brittle as he kicked them out of his way. This place was practically coming down with water, and the stone was extraordinarily weak. He actually wondered if he hit a wall in just the right place, would it just break apart and flood the entire cave? It didn’t bear thinking about. He wondered what could be keeping a sorceress like her down here, she had been incredibly vague. He knew why she didn’t just fly out herself, the well entrance was incredibly high and until he had accidentally caused something of a cave in, she didn’t even know where to find it again. Even so, her wings were frail and frayed, ravaged by age and malnutrition, fish is dandy of course, but when you have lived on it for a few years it loses its attraction.