Kisaik, Tei'serin, Nathan
As the group progressed the walls seemed to thin and merge into a single path. Nathan picked up a seashell, cracked but still identifiable. Strangely, the seashell wasn't warm or hot, it was relatively cool compared to the air around them. Kisaik found a pinecone, slightly warm but with a familiar scent that was oddly calming. When Tei'serin picked up the worn book, the pages detailed herbs, plants, and pictures in a tongue she couldn't quite grasp.
Impossibly deeper, the pathway was sandwiched between two veins of lava. The cackle and bubble reminiscent of a mocking laugh. Kisaik peered into the beneath, looking for anything out of place as the group merged with another face.
Within his vision, Kisaik could see a large group of spirits gathering in one space. They didn't seem hostile at the moment, but the sheer number of them begged the question of what they were gathering around. Hands reaching aimlessly upwards, as if grasping at something just out of their reach. A screech would echo and then the eyes of the departed would single in on him and Kisaik would pull away.
Further down into the cave, he could say, was something that even the dead would covet. Something they'd fight for given the opportunity. What stood out as even more odd, when they noticed him they made no move to trap him, only staring at him with desolate eyes.
While Cad moved forward he became aware of just how silent his fellow spy was. In the moment his plan hit him, Cad's moment of brilliance was stifled by the sudden disappearance of the other man who was surely there a moments ago. Whether shock settled or something else, it wouldn't matter- the air kept him pushing at his back, almost as if to say there was no time to waste.
Just further ahead, if he listened, voices of some came into view. Indistinguishable, too far off to be heard clearly. There were at least two very different ones, and the further he explored the thinner the cave wall became until he was beside three other adventurers. With the puff of warm air receding, Cad had several choices before him. Blend in, bluff his way in, or fight. There was something to be said about diplomacy in times like these, but the choice was his.