...little in the way of food and water left, I'm licking rocks for what gritty moisture kisses their face and eating what lichens I can pry off the rock. Bitter at first, but after a few they begin very much so to taste like - how should I put it? - like smiles and blood and yelling and smoke and dung. I think I'll have some more. What is this cave, anyways? Braziers and column seem to be of some importance. Haven't seen their work before. I feel like a child next to them. Was this once a hall for giants, or have I grown shorter? Perhaps I should stop eating quite so much lichen.