There was little surprises in the next room. Lisa was left in a puddle of cum and jelly in the center of the room; whatever had been using her as a cum dumpster had left long ago, as the remains were already caked and crystallizing. The rider and her mount were both out cold. It would be awhile before she was getting up, and the two that were conscious were in no condition to carry her; certainly not to carry Blackwing. The air in the cave seemed to be getting thicker. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, as though someone were choking them.<br/><br/>A deep growling began to echo from the passage ahead; there was something there, and it was not pleased. Perhaps Lisa had been ravaged by it.<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Time is of the essence. Who knows what Choa might be enduring as we wait? Advance.</li><li>We need our full strength. Wait for Lisa to wake up. A day passes.</li></ul>