Empty Cave & Chittering

SPACE The two elves make your way to the cave’s entrance by trekking through the beach’s jungle perimeter. Once there, they decide that the group seems friendly enough and you should make their acquaintance. They also agree on the fact that it would be best if Cyrdan were to approach them alone at first.
SPACE “I have plans of my own that I must fulfill,” Cain says. “I’ll be quick and be back as soon as possible.”

SPACE Cyrdan isn’t sure what Cain is talking about, but he rarely does. On he goes, into the cave, with Cain disappearing into the jungle.
SPACE Cyrdan doesn’t have a chance to introduce himself to the two men, however. He looks about an empty and cave and then calls out for Cain to join him.
SPACE Cain appears shortly and the two elves enter the cave together.

SPACE It is warm. A fire burns brightly. The smell of cooked fish lingers in the air, as does the smell of uncooked fish.

SPACE Off to the right rests two barrels. Both of them have been smashed open. One is full of some kind of filthy yellow-colored sludge. It probably used to be some sort of grain until the ocean’s waves got at it. The other is full of salt-preserved fish. Fish bones lie scattered all about the sand at fireside.
SPACE “They have eaten well,” Cyrdan says to Cain.
SPACE Cain nods and looks off behind the fire. A wooden chest lies there, its lock apparently smashed open. The chest contains some neatly folded, regal-looking clothing. Apparently the chest was water-tight, as the contents all seem to have been kept safe from the ocean’s adverse effects. Four shirts (2 black, 1 white, 1 purple), two pairs of trousers (both black), a pair of black leather boots, and a purple cloak lined with red stitching.

SPACE Cyrdan approaches the corridor and peers down its dark passage. He kicks a rock back at Cain, who spins about with a scowl. Cyrdan puts a finger to his lips and then points down the passage where torchlight is flickering only fifteen or twenty paces away.
SPACECain joins Cyrdan at the corridor's origin, and they both look on as the warrior named Garn and his companion named Alasdair traverse the tunnel.
SPACEAbove the coral corridor, a charcoal warning has been drawn on the wall.

SPACE They both freeze. The echoing makes the sound hard to trace, even hard to recognize, but it almost sounds like—

SPACE Spiders.

SPACE Big, dog-sized spiders with hairy bodies and glistening dark eyes. They are fast approahcing from the right-hand tunnel. There seems to be a half dozen of them, at least, and they are scurrying quickly across the ceiling.

SPACE Garn freaks, allowing a scared yell to escape his lips. His knees appear to buckle, but he tightens his grip on his weapon and holds his ground. He looks at Alasdair out of the corner of his eye, apparently awaiting instruction.

SPACE Alasdair tenses up, looks to the arachnids quickly bearing down on them, and screams.

SPACE “Run!”