As the light came up, a bit more became visible. A dot of sunlight was still visible above, but it was slowly fading as the trap grew back, presumably waiting for a new set of victims.<br/><br/>Around the five women, the pit was part of a larger cavern--and unsurprisingly, it was coated with vegetation. Roots or vines coated the floor, with patches of moss like the one they had landed on--which seemed placed specifically to catch new arrivals. The air felt warm and humid and with a bit of time to adjust, patches of luminescent lights could be glimpsed among the walls. An alluring scent drifted up from a tunnel at the end of the cavern, one partially sealed with dangling roots.<br/><br/>More strange were the objects scattered around the room, seemingly cast aside in piles. There were farming implements--shovels, pitchforks and the like. There were some other implements, random objects someone might have been holding when they came down here. But in most of the heaps were clothes of all kinds, in many different sizes. Many of them were torn or looked to have been partially dissolved, but there was no sign of any blood--or any trace of their former owners at all. And one of the dresses bore a distinct resemblance to what Delaine had been wearing.<br/><br/>There was a faint rustling sound from the vines that coated the floor. Maybe it was just a trick of the flickering candlelight, but it looked like some of them were moving.