Journey

They walked in the cavern surrounded by gloom except for the small light cast by Ryena's magic orb. Groks senses picked up sounds and scents unfamiliar to him, of various creatures lurking in the dark. A few hours into the trek he could hear a small stream of water which they came to and took a short break. Ryena summoned a large pot of simple design from her dimensional portal, she filled the thing and Grok took a drink of the cool water.

"How do you know if we are headed the right way in this darkness?" he posed the question to her,

"I use magic of course" she points at the light above them "This not only keeps us from stumbling in the dark but also acts as a guide." Ryena pulls the light closer and for the first time Grok notices that the light isn't just a magical orb but there is a small creature at its center. Ryena smiles and whispers something to the creature and it heads over to Grok wearily a small dragonfly winged humanoid with glittering skin and insect like eyes, in a tiny voice he hears "Hello sir, I am Leid. I am a fairy in service to Ryena." it bows and flees back towards the witch. The fairy flies back over head and Ryena gestures its time to continue on, Grok wonders what other servants his witch-**** has something that they will probably need to discuss at another point in time.

The duo walked in the relative silence through the caverns several times Grok had to squeeze through cramped tunnels carved out of the stone, obviously mine by some much smaller beings. In-between there were pockets of various sized caverns, and even a few abandoned ruins of mining operations. The last few hours of the journey were a crawl for him as he made his way up an upward sloped tunnel not much bigger than half his height. He grumbled about the passageway, he was tired of the stone confines of this underground experience. The last stretch of tunnel a dim light shown into the dark, an exit finally he was relieved this crawling was miserable. Ryena released Leid from his summons and he disappeared in a spark of light.

She told Grok that they were about halfway to their destination, and the light that Grok saw was the moons, three moons shone overhead each various shades, a white, a red, and a blue scattered around the starry sky. Grok was really hit by the realization that this was a different world, he knew he was different and that there was magic, but the night sky just loomed over him more than anything now. He sat down a moment, clarity had finally came to his mind after days spent underground in a lustful hazy state of confinement. He took a deep breath of the cold mountain air, the peaks shone in the moonlight and he could smell things not of earth and stone. He smelled trees, he smelled the wild, and he smelled smoke. Grok whispered to Ryena "There is a fire nearby should we see who is around?"