The passage way decends with a gentle curve before opening out into another cavern. The sound of running water turns out to be coming from a stream that fills part of the cavern ahead with a muddy pool. This stream, sparkling like a ribbon of stars, flows from the northern passageway on the opposite side of the cavern. The stream's source must be somewhere in the gloomy tunnel beyond. No echoes resound here as they did in the caves above. Only an occasional droplet, falling from a stalactite, punctuates the stream's tinkling babble.
In the midst of the pond stand three mounds of dried mud clustered in a triangle. Two pale humanoid hands caked in dried mud stiffly protrude from different mounds, each hand reaching for the other. One hand is thick and masculine, the other feminine and delicate. The feminine hand wears a gold ring on its ring finger.