Time Keeps Marching On

Jynn edged her way around the pool, pausing to sniff at some lovely stones that lined the way. The moon was glinting off them in all kinds of colors and it was truly beautiful to look at. She wished she had a bag so she could ferret some away but being a nomad she didn't have many places to keep or store items that did not have a direct use. Though it was tempting to see if she could sneak some into Álarr's bag. As she walked farther back she noticed the floor of the cave was sloping back. "If this is from the tide I wonder how far it will come in. This might not be a good place to rest for the night if the water rises while we're asleep."