It was just as his memories had proven. Glassgate Crossings, the cavern city on the river. He felt a little taken aback but when he returned he showed no sign of his surprise. He motioned for Clairissa to walk up closer then lead her to the entrance. He watched her face as she looked on in shock at the place. He knew there was at least three others, and this was the smallest of them all. To call this city small would be like calling the river near it a trickle.<br/><br/>"What is this place?" she asked, and he answered, "Glassgate Crossing." His voice was even, though hiding the astonishment he himself felt. "One of four cavern cities, if the legends can be believed. This just happens to be the smallest."<br/><br/>He did not immediately explain how he knew this, instead he asked, "what animal-calls do you know? I want us to split up and do a perimeter search around the first five hundred feet. We may need to camp here, and I would feel a lot happier if we had warning spells in place."<br/><br/>He felt like they were being watched, and that made him seem a little twitchy. His eyes never stayed in one place, and he was pacing in a small circle around her, but his attention was focused away from her. Something about this place made him feel uneasy, or was it the memories. She seemed to notice it as she got over her shock of the place.