"Uhh, yeah, that's right," the mustached man mutters sheepishly. "It's just...there's noises. Squeals. Screeches. We're all, ah, kind of scared to go that way."<br/><br/>A woman speaks up. "There was a boy who kept going up that way, since a few months ago. The last time he stopped in town, he told us that he'd ventured quite a-ways into the depths and found some crystals or somesuch, but...we haven't seen him in over a fortnight."<br/><br/>Jurgen pauses and takes in this information, with an adventurous glint in his eye.