The Catacombs of Wild Energy

[Fenric]

Thorvard unties the boat

Row, row, row your boat... gently across the... subterranean lake...

For a time, there is nothing but the creak and groan of the oars. The soft splashing of the water, and the occasional drip in the distance. They soon leave the shore in the distance, following the tracer true toward the temple, and making good time.

A fish jumps, startled by the passing boat, leaving echoes in the stillness... echoes that don't seem to fade the way they ought to. Thorvard stops rowing, but splashing noises not only continue, but grow ever louder.

I have a bad feeling about this...