Vivian
"Right, now then, if the rest of you could hold back a bit while we move ahead, that would be best for everyone. Let's see what creatures await."

*The old man drew his longsword and began walking towards the corridor leading to the caverns, keeping his eyes on the path ahead as his nerves tensed. He was preparing himself for something to jump out, or someone to take a swing, and it was just a matter of time before something set his reflexes off.*
Mandy
He hangs back, toward the end of the caravan, bow in hand with an arrow nocked, but not pulled.
Genevieve
He hangs near Andral, floating in the air
Kelly
The assistant and mage follow the group. There's some chatter in the ranks, mostly about the skeletons that lie in the cells they walk past, there's an aura of uneasiness, that increases as the entire structure shakes, the roar of the dragon being slightly heard. "What in Oblivion was that?" The mage asks, "A dragon." One of the civilians respond, "Everyone quiet, we don't know what's ahead." Hadvar says.

As the group makes their way forward, the corridor leading into a cavern, the halls tighten, and webbing can be seen along the walls. At the end of the hall is a large room, with egg sacs and cocoons strewn about.