Ruth
Walking up to the mouth of the cave Ingvar notices that it goes *Far* Deeper then he anticipated. If he wants to go any deeper then say twenty four feet he'd better have a source of light - no one in their right mind would go face to face with a potential bear in the total dark after-all. As for the immediate area around the cave, it does not seem to have anything of interest besides wild bushes and grass.
Juan
Ingvar huffs at the deep cave. All he wanted to do was clear the place out of bandits. Not slay a bloody bear. Not having a decent source of light, he goes to check the camp and see if they have any torches or a tinderbox he can use.
Ruth
Heading back to the camp is quite a hike and he nearly gets lost in the woods on his way back. The ground is completely soaked and it is still raining, luckily for him he's wearing a helmet and his horse reduces the amount of time he's outdoors so he doesn't get completely soaked. The camp may be in disarray but many of the objects still remain here, and it doesn't take him very long to find the tinder box used to start the fire. No torches though, but that isn't very surprisingly. One doubts that those bandits would spend the night doing anything other then likely sleeping.
Juan
Ingvar takes the tinder box and rips a bit of cloth from the tent before heads back into the forest to find a heavy branch that he can use. Once he makes his way back to the mouth of the cave he lights up the torch with the tinderbox and enters with his sword drawn.
Ruth
The makeshift torch should work, not overly well mind you but it will do the job. One should not expect it however to stand up to any harsh winds or sudden movements. With torch in hand he's able to see far deeper into the cave - it goes on for some time. Eventually he sees the first sign of battle - that being blood smeared on the walls and floor of the tunnel...
Juan
Ingvar was wondering if maybe he should just leave the tunnel. The bandits had all been killed or fled. The tower was now his, probably. But he had to wonder what kind of bear did this. And if there was anything the bandits had to recoup his loss. He'd overpaid heavily as a show of good faith. And now he was starting to regret it. He pressed on.
Ruth
He follows the blood trail deeper into the cave. Eventually he comes upon a gruesome sight. The first thing he notices is the large pool of blood in the middle of the cavern that he has just entered, alongside how the ground is painted a crimson red. The next thing he notices is the dismembered corpses of the bandits, stripped naked and of all the flesh on their bones. A deformed looking man hunched over eating their flesh like it was the last supper! He looks up to regard Ingvar, white milky eyes blink at him as the creature bares sharpened teeth and snarls at him...
Juan
Well, that certainly wasn't a bear. What Ingvar had witnessed was nothing less than disgusting. Indeed, he was tempted to retch at the sight. But he managed to hold it in and keep his sword ready. "Come and die." He growled. The beast would have a harder time sinking its teeth into his armour. He just hoped it would charge and he could cut it down.