After a few days rest within that dark cave, we finally had a plan to escape. Lamp was okay by the second day, but I still wonder how a fish with a lightbulb can float without dying. As for the dog? We never got along in the first place. I brushed my claws against my scythe as he spoke on about some "Mary" or something and his big search for her to the others. "Mh..." Tailwind grumbled as he chewed up the last of our charred slug, "How do you know sheth alive?" He asked, food still in his mouth. The dog, sitting down and arms crossed, nodded slowly. "I know she's alive, Mary's a tough girl"