The cave is pitch black and smells of dank and mold. It's quiet except for a faint dripping noise from water overhead and the occasionally scurrying of an unseen rodent through the darkness. Barely discernable by the light of a torch is a small pile of bones in one corner. From what type of animal they are from is unclear.
Gallery, Cave
songbird
townsperson
I am a hard working townsperson in the kingdom. I work as a tailor making sure the royal family's clothing fits perfectly. I am paid a meagar sum for my services that barely feeds my family.
Oh thank goodness you are here songbird! Can you help me find my way out of this moldy, dank cave? I don't remember, I'm a little bit confused as well. But I shall sing all the way. Your song is most comforting. But if we don't get out of here quick we may both end up the same as this pile of bones in the corner. Follow me. I'll try my best to get us out. Oh thank you! When we get out of here I shall make you a fine suit! I am a tailor who works for the royal family you know. I enjoy cloth. Here, let's take your measurements while we have the time. Hold this please. Okay. Oh songbird, though I can barely feed my family, I shall do my best to repay you in the finest cloth for your help and company in this horrible cave. I think I know how to get out of here now. I think we have to turn left up ahead. I shall follow your lead then. But tell me more about your life, if you don't mind. I fly every winter north to south. And I eat worms.