The Fighter, Thief and Cleric approached the cave. It ran about twenty feet back into the canyon wall. It had been occupied, off and on, by goats and other herd beasts for years and looked and smelled of it. Clumps of dried grass had been pressed into the muddy floor, and the air reeked of wet goat fur. The walls were smooth and natural in formation.
Kay: There’s nothing here? . . [ »»»]