Bryn listens, head cocked, as she stares at the sunlight pooled in the cave entrance.  "A few things to note... I'd like someone to write that down, if they'd be so kind, so we can review it in more than recitation.  I heard 'Watch the sun, count the shadows,' and that leads me to point out the obvious-- this cave's mouth allows no light in."  She points out the cave entrance.  "Maybe the setting or rising sun could come through here.  If not knowing the time to shun?  Maybe the sun or moonlight here could cause some trigger... maybe good, maybe bad.<br/>"'The fool delves heedless and begs a gentle hand..?'  I'm supposing that, if these things are magic, then holding their hands with less than care would be a dire mistake.<br/>"'The fool, swift striking, meets his end, the wise know foe from friend...' I suppose trying to destroy these statues might be equally unfortunate.  Or, well, perhaps there's an illusion here... some false enemy."  She grins.  "Oh, I fucking hate mages.  Present company excluded."