Valhena rubbed her fingers together, as if she could feel something in the fabric of the air. There was a strange quality to everything down here, although it could have been her discomfort with underground locales. She didn't feel claustrophobic, necessarily. It just seemed like it was so dead and devoid of any plant life, and she would much rather be swallowed by forest than by stone. Still, the veilfire hinted that there was at least<span style="font-style: italic">some </span>sort of magic at work here.<br/><br/>"I don't think it's an illusion," she said. "Though there is something about the place..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say.<br/><br/>Mesaraih was still staring out at the lake, his eyes resting on the blue and red glow reflecting from the water's surface. He said, somewhat distractedly, "There could be magic here. But I don't think this is an illusion. This looks like a legitimate dwarven thaig. I've seen pictures in books..." he trailed off, feeling a bit foolish for letting fantasies enter his mind. "Not that I've ever seen one in person. But it seems to match the descriptions," he finished simply.<br/><br/>He walked over to the lake to touch the water as Tal had. He cupped some of it to his hands and sniffed at it, then dipped his tongue in it. It seemed to taste fine, apart from it being very distinctly infused with minerals. No doubt a product of its home in the stone.<br/><br/>He wet his wound a little, and it soothed the slight burning sensation that it had started to develop.<br/><br/>"Who knows what the hell is waiting for us in there," he said. "As pretty as it looks, I'm sure it's dangerous. And teeming with darkspawn. Who will probably try to ambush us. And would probably succeed. You know, if it were anyone else. I'd like to rest before then," he announced. "What do the rest of you think?"