Kharne was grumbling to himself the whole time from the point of entry. [color=red][i]Had to be a sewer...couldn't have been a forest....hell a volcanic cave would be better than this.[/i][/color] He thought to himself as he moved along nimbly despite his size. He was trying to avoid the water as much as possible. It wasn't that he didn't like water, he was a good swimmer and it was relaxing, it was the grossness in the water. Every so often he'd cut his palm and leave a smear of his blood, a trail of marks to follow back out in case he got lost in this place.

[color=red]"Yeah you can get used to smells...but how long does that take...?"[/color] He muttered as he entered a centralized chamber. Each tunnel seemed to come from a different era of construction. Which was strange but hey if it ain't broke don't fix it! Behind the falls were mounds of clothes and armor, discarded gear from....someones lunch possibly? The stuff had a bizarre scent with little to nothing from the original owners. [color=red][i]Assuming it's not an alien shapeshifting hivemind...[/i][/color] His modern thoughts invaded once again!

Running his fingers through his hair for a moment he sighed and followed the trail of the scent behind the waterfall. Whatever was at the end of it might have the answers to where his targets were. He briefly wondered if he'd get a reward if whatever was at the end of this was the cause of all the caravans going missing? Not that he particularly cared about money...but having some jingle jangle in the pocket never hurt! Now what would be at the end of this tunnel, hm?