Natya nodded. "I'm always ready to retreat," she admitted. "This whole place gives me the creeps."<br/><br/>Back in the boat, they continued down the river, eventually landing within sight of the cave entrance. A fifty-foot-high cliff rises along the marsh’s southern border, its face a thick tangle of jutting rocks and bright green vines and nettles. A curtain of these thick nettle vines partially conceals a cave opening at the base of the cliff.