And Vanyel is more than willing to take point - seems only fair, when he was the one to drag them all out here.

He gestures as they enter the tunnel, a quick turn and flick of his wrist that produces a glowing, bluish-white orb of light, no bigger than his fist, that coats up toward the ceiling and bobs there, providing a little additional light.

"My map is a bit more concerned with the topography of the island than its cave systems, I'm afraid," he answers, glancing back toward Kaz.