The trio accompanying the party remain silent until they leave the cavern – a glance is all it takes to make it abundantly clear that the awful stench has left them all a little green around the gills, and they're all quite eager to leave the verminous corpses far, far behind them. Aravashnial in particular looks especially queasy, possibly due to his blindness heightening his reliance on his remaining four senses.<br/><br/>From the larger cavern, they next enter a smaller cave. It appears to have once served as a campsite or temporary lair. A torn bed roll lies next to the cold remains of a fire. A pile of bones, broken equipment, and rubble lies just past the campsite.<br/><br/>"Looks like we aren't alone down here..." Anevia mutters.<br/><br/>"They're too old to have come down with us from Kenbares, though," Horgus points out.<br/><br/>"Demons wouldn't have need of a campfire," Aravashnial points out, apparently able to detect at least that much by scent and the context given by Horgus and Anevia's commentary. "But their cultists would." They all fall into a grim silence at his observation.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception checks, everyone.</div></div>