Now they could see better.  A pitch-black cylinder buried in the ice... looked like the one they went down before.  Wasn't buried too deep down either under the ice, easily reachable.  But that sensation... it<em>radiated</em>with magic.<br/><br/>"Yeah... I can tell, and I don't sense magic..." she said, holding up her flaming sword "That's our option unless you find me another one safe or not, not being rude or anything.  Hope this ice is weak to<em>fire</em>..."<br/><br/>And with her flaming sword she would begin the process of melting her way to the pipe...