Journeying north was probably not the smartest move.  Dagmær shivered as the sun began to set and a chill filtered through the air and down into her bones.  She wasn't sure whether to be grateful or not that it was a dry chill.  The lands were in desperate need of moisture but she had no desire to travel back to Ivory Ridge in the freezing rain or even snow.  The Trapper made her way around the mines, skirting around the work of human hands that while rotted still held an unnatural air.  As she navigated around she spied a small opening… to somewhere.  Emerald eyes narrowed as she eyed the hole.  She wasn't claustrophobic but something about it seemed a bit off.  Still, there were often treasures to be found where the humans had left their marks.  Perhaps there was something here worth her trouble. Squeezing herself down through the opening she emerged in a vast, cold room.  She only knew it was large but the shift in the air quality for she couldn't see anything.  Hmmm… ok, now she was beginning to second guess this decision.  Should she go back up toward the opening or explore a bit further? Walk, "Talk" Think

Treat!

Dagmær gets a treat!

One of the stalactites has cracked, and there is a small gem that gives off a dull glow. In the extremely low light, it practically lights up the room, giving it an even more eerie look. Dagmær gains 16 additional gems!