The boys nodded. Without saying anything, they fished out food and drink from their packs, quietly eating and drinking as they hiked back to the mouth of the cavern. Anders stopped to get out his lantern and trim it for maximum light. They could all hear that the wind had picked up while they were inside, so they dug out their extra clothing, donned it, pulled their fur-lined hoods tight around their faces and marched out into the deepening gloom.
Had they looked back into the depths of the cavern, in the dimness left in the center tunnel, they’d have seen the vague and perplexing movement of what would have certainly appeared to be rock stepping out of rock, until a pair of blood red orbs opened nearly seven feet above the floor…and blinked.
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