Cadrick, as the first one down the steps, moves further away from the stairs to let everyone down.  As he turns and gets a look at everything, though, he pauses.  His eyes almost glaze over.  "I've been here," he says.  "At least, I've seen this place.  But I can't have been down here..."<br/><br/>The silence continues.  Then, something rustles in the bushes.  A bunch of little somethings wander out of the bushes, gathered in groups of four.  They're only about a finger-length tall, and they look like little brown nuts with tiny little feet.  They don't have arms, just feet.  And they seem to have big, jewel-like eyes that look up at you, curious.  They seem to be doing nothing out of the ordinary, just sitting there.  For the moment.  And then something says, in a wispy, raspy voice...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You should not have come here."</span><br/><br/>A soft glow comes from the bush's central trunk.  You think you can hear words in another voice, a soft, distant voice, but they are gone almost before they're even said.