While fear captured most of his party throughout the cave's journey, Llyr chose to stay close to the animals. For his and their benefit. However, he believed that his mind was playing tricks on him, or was it the cave's influence, he shuddered at the notion. He kept his head down and counted the creatures around him, trying to settle his nerves. The mass of snorts and footsteps was also soothing, it allowed him to think of fields and sunlight in this pitch black place. The snorts became distorted, no longer sounding as they should, they seemed to resemble whispering, but it was louder than any whisper. Covering his ears, he attempted to mask the sound but the whispering bled through the cover.<br/>"Ten pieces of silver that he doesn't make it," a distorted deep voice spoke. A congregation of agreements and bets followed. Finally he sought for the owner of the voice, hoping that it might be one of his travel companions playing a trick on him; but there were only animals present. He sighed with relief as the snorts and grunts returned. As the others called out to each, in a sort of panic, Llyr tucked his head in and winced, their shouts resembled nails scratching against slate. His senses were keen before, they had to be in order to stay alert on the farms, but nothing like this. He remained cupping his ears until the noise died, his hearing returned normal but left him uneasy.<br/>As his sense of smell heightened, the stench of animals infiltrated his nostrils and made him retch. Finally he left his station, needing to get away from the smell. He retreated into his wagon, there he shoved his face into his bag, smelling the reminiscent of the seeded bread he ate on his travels to the Inn. Even with his heightened senses, the scent was faint but strong enough to mask the putrid scents around him. Loyal to the creatures, he covered his scarf which carried a scent of sweat but he endured and waited with his horses.<br/>Keeping his eyes forward, Llyr concentrated on getting out of this cave. Within the darkness a blue light emerged in the distance, approaching in a slow place. A maiden presented herself before him. She was a mixture of blue and silver, her skin was pale and cold; there was no rosy colour of life to her cheeks and her lips were a deep frozen blue. Her hair fell down her back like running water, each strand seemed almost transparent. She cloaked her pale body in a translucent dress, which Llyr averted his eyes at upon discovering. She approached with an out stretched hand, her wrists so slim and delicate. Her hand touched his cheek but he felt nothing. With a smile she stepped away and began to dance before him. The dance was foreign to him but so beautiful, he became captivated as the girl appeared to be floating as she swirled. Infinitely spinning, the girl was reduced to water and all remained was vapour in the wind.<br/>Confused and mesmerised, Llyr his eyes and temples, trying to process his vision.<br/>His thoughts were disturbed by the amplified taste of stale air and vapour. He washed his mouth out with the water from his flask, tasting, for the first time, every molecule in every drop. It wasn't an unpleasant taste just peculiar. As they advanced further, he felt a gentle breeze brush against his skin. He grinned brightly as it meant they were coming to the opening of the cave. Brushing the mane of one of the horses to praise them for their work, every bristle of hair felt brittle against his hand. As he inspected his hand, the palm tingled.<br/>Finally he could see the other end of the cave, sunlight broke through the dark cavern quite sharply. He winced and rubbed his eyes, adjusting himself to the light. Once out he looked to his seemingly terrified companions.<br/>"Is everyone alright?" he asked, approaching Jared who seemed the most affected. He examined the others and offered some water, along with a comforting smile.