I’ve heard the same rumor, but old stories keep shifting like the wind over the ridges. If you’re looking for a forgotten cavern, the one near the old iron mine in the western foothills, just past the river bend where the stones grow slick, might still hide what you seek. Keep your eyes open for broken stone arches and the faint echo of dripping water. It’s quiet there, but secrets don’t stay quiet for long.

Good. Keep your head down and your lantern ready. The river bends keep the shadows deep; the stones hold stories for those who listen. Stay quiet, and the cavern will speak when you’re ready.

Keep your head steady and your breath quiet. When the stone whispers back, the path will clear. Stay ready, but stay patient; the cavern rewards those who wait.