The group walks its way around the lake and the island and the darkness of the tunnel D'xau'vrinn has indicated swallows them ...
There is little evidence that the there has been any traffic lately on this path, or any of those nearby. The cavvekan leads the scout to some spots where someone or something left their excrements and thus he knows that you are on the right track. The paths descents slowly deeper into the Realms Below, but no living (or unliving) creature crosses your way. You make your lair in a small sidecave which was some years ago home of a piercer family, whose part-chtine, part-skeletalremains still litter the stony surface. You reckon that you must be near the site of the caravan's last stand. You haven't used the usual caravan passages, which explains the lack of "traffic", though you will meet those soon. It could well be that other caravans have moved through the area of the attack and scavenged the place, but you will have to check this out by yourself.