You fall asleep seen, still feeling the throbbing injuries of the goblin’s blades and the wolf’s fangs. You must have slept for longer than you intended, Vinny certainly does not wake you. You open your eyes, then sit up with a jolt, confused as it appears to be night again already. Also, the ground feels different. You try to stand but swiftly lose your balance and fall back to the ground: your right wrist has been bound to your left ankle with a chain of golden links.<br/>Confusion is replaced with fear as you look around. Vinny is gone, and with him so if the cliff side. You are in a large cavern lit sparingly with half a dozen torches. The atmosphere feels muted, but you do hear the trickle of water, and the smell of what happens to live things that spend too much time in it. Looking around you see the body of water is barely 5 feet behind: a vast underground lake, easily 40ft wide, and the cavern itself could be just as tall, and three times as long. At the edge of the water near you a pale shape looms just below the surface, but your eyes are not yet accustomed to the gloom and all you can make out is a fish shaped creature, thick enough to be a man but too long.