A Whispering Cavern
  The light plunking of water droplets bounces off of this cave's damp walls.
Warm air currents from above flirt and embrace cool air from the depths,
shifting pressure and giving birth to a gentle, playful wind.  It plays with
stray strands of hair and caresses ears.  The phenomenon is oddly
disorienting.  Flickering light pierces the darkness from the south, faintly
illuminating small stalactites and stalagmites that pepper the ceiling and
floor of the chamber.

[Exits: east south west]
(WANTED) Emmalise the wood-elf is resting here.
Malgren the fire giant is resting here.
Gorumburphus the cloud giant is resting here.


Malgren says despairingly 'Miriad souls that kept us strong'
Malgren says despairingly 'That staved off the cold of death;'
Malgren says despairingly 'With one mistake a pain so deep,'
Malgren says despairingly 'That life was cold instead.'

Malgren says despairingly 'Our strength now gone, a mockery'
Malgren says despairingly 'Of power once so great;'
Malgren says despairingly 'Perhaps this fall should have been known'
Malgren says despairingly 'Perhaps it was our fate.'

Malgren says despairingly 'No tears for us, no words to say'
Malgren says despairingly 'For what more can be said;'
Malgren says despairingly 'Our souls are taken from our grasp,'
Malgren says despairingly 'We wished that we were dead.'

Malgren says despairingly 'And so it comes the end we knew'
Malgren says despairingly 'Would come for us in time;'
Malgren says despairingly 'Though this creation lost to us,'
Malgren says furiously 'Our art remains sublime.'