Zane wondered the caves, in search. He could hear the waterfall even from so deep in the cave. He came here for one thing only, a crystal. He heard the rumors about it, and wanted to find a crystal himself. He needed the crystal, we was poor and needed money. But he has been at search for hours and could not find anything. But he would not give up and he continued on, hoping to meet no one along the way.

Valack himself had been in the caves for ours, looking for gems. There really was no reason other than the fact he needed money. He had climbed up the rocky path and pushed through the rushing water in hope of filling his purse. He was poor in this land, and needed someway to make gold. However, as of yet he had had very little luck in finding anything of any noticeable value.

Behind him, Valack heard footsteps. Turning suddenly, he called out. "Who's there!?"

Boredom had brought Vernon back to his work in bounty hunting. He didn't need the money, but the thrill of the hunt was what did the trick. His prey had been adventurer of some sort and was the only reason Vernon had found himself so deep in the blasted caverns. It had been worth it though, he'd maganged to kill the human without the poor soul ever knowing he was being followed. Vernon had to of course suppress his horrid stench to accomplish the feat, but he didn't mind at all for the results he received. Vernon sat on the dead man's back, not minding the flood getting on his pants and fur, and leaned against one of the colorful crystal spires that spiked through the gorund. He felt like a nice rest after his work and he didn't feel like sitting or laying on the hard cold floor. Vernon's rest was, however, cut short as two scents came to his nose. Dragon, but not the blood of a full dragon, a half dragon of some sort and the other was some sort of bloody Aisimar of which Vernon did not like dealing with. Judging by their echoing footsteps they were on either side of him. Vernon decided to wait for them rather than going foward to investigate. The strange ratlike beast that was Vernon licked the the blood off of his poisoned bladed and readied himself to paint it red again if needed, though Vernon was hoping the person was not looking for a fight. Vernon simply wasn't in the mood for one.

Zane heard something, and another, he could not tell what they were but he was ready to attack if necassry. He tried to see what was there, but couldn't, he cursed his color blindness and moved on. He was agitated, he did not want anyone else to be here, but he was sure they wouldn't get in his way. "Show yourself!" he demanded.