Idise lets out a sigh and takes a seat against the cave wall, unpacking her bedroll and laying it out on the rocky ground.  She silently refills her waterskin from the pool and supplements a ration of dried meat with a handful of the mushrooms, taking the hunter Lydia's word as to their edibility.<br/><br/>Hours later, she is roused from the disturbing dream by Lydia to take the last watch.  Idise realized she had no way of telling the time or even how long they had been in the cave, and prayed silently they would find egress soon, although dreading what they would see upon finding the surface.  For hours more while everyone else slept, she sat, watching the long, dancing shadows painted across the rocky walls by the dimming torch-light, left with naught but distant cave noises and her own thoughts.  The images and words planted in her dreams -- and she was certain they were planted, by whatever demonic influence had extended its withered claw to the caverns below Kenabres -- incited a stew of emotions, but the foremost was indignation, and a resolve not to let the petty blasphemy of demons distract her.