The whisperdales gave us directions for about three miles before telling us that it was too dangerous to help us further.
“Too dangerous; what do you mean?!” I exclaimed in confusion.
“This is gloom bug territory; you’re on your own,” their leader shuddered before flying away with the swarm. None of us had time to ask them what a gloom bug was or why they feared it.
“They’re afraid of a little bug?” Jethro scoffed.
“Who said they were little?” Zaxl joked dryly.
“I’ve dealt enough with giant beasts. Can’t we get something tiny like a bee?” Jethro whined.
“No, because bees are actually useful,” Zaxl jested before venturing into the cave. We followed his lead and walked inside the cavern.
We quickly noticed the murky knee-deep water around the cave and braced ourselves for the u
