“There's some hot springs back home that smell like that.”  Nym Liam's nose wrinkles.  “Three of them have geysers.  One's very dramatic.  It erupts every day at about nine in the morning.”<br/><br/>The copper haired elf glanced at the little sprite.  “I'd like to find mine down here, too.”<br/><br/>When Xanja took a fall, he paused next to the shapely orc girl and offered a hand.  It looks very strange in my heat-sight.  Like a luminous rosy cloud that rises and recedes like the tide.  I think the way is clear, but something cunning could be hiding just past it, like a thief lurking in a shadow.”