"Sure, I'll take a quick nap," Mesaraih said. He still didn't feel particularly tired, but he assumed his mind was just busy. His body needed the rest. He positioned himself on the other side of the fire, so that he still had a view of the cavern with the pillars and lay down sideways. His eyes darted from the flames to the pillars, and he felt the warmth of the flames begin to relax him. Slowly, he felt the day's exertions begin to catch up to him.<br/><br/>Valehna jumped down from rock to rock until she reached the bottom. It was frigid in the cavern, and the floor was almost slick. She was walking on what seemed to be a thin sheet of ice. She wondered how it could be so cold here when there was a river of lava flowing just below them, past the cliff side.<br/><br/>A small, huffed growl caught her attention. She looked to the left, where there was a rubble of rocks. A genlock had gotten caught underneath, though it was still alive. She wrinkled her nose and used magic to lift a stone in the air, then smash it back down on the genlock's head. It spurted blood outwards and Valehna turned away, not wanting to see the creature's head after that.<br/><br/>She neared the pillars, keeping one each on either side of her. She finally stood right in between them, and looked up at them. The lyrium veins stemmed like roots at the bottom and top of the pillars, but they refused to meet or ever touch each other. A strange song seemed to spill out of them both, though they were different. Where she was standing was as close as she could get, as the lyrium's energy was too much for her to handle being so near. She began to step back, feeling somewhat shaken.<br/><br/>"Having those dwarves around would be nice," she muttered. "I can't even go near those things."