“I don’t like the looks of that.”
“You wouldn’t like the look of your own reflection if you saw it, it’s just a puddle, come on.”
Two sprites had journeyed for many days to reach their destination. Now that they had arrived, they looked on in confusion at the opening to the cave system they’d heard so much about. They’d expected it to be a gaping opening, yawning like the mouth of some great beast with stone teeth hanging from the ceiling and jutting up from th...