The closer Tim got to the plants, he could hear a rustling sound and suddenly the plants comically folded in, and retreated into a hole into a very tiny hole in the cracks. They appeared to be some form of sentient and did not like the idea of being prodded.

That part of the cave was suddenly covered in total darkness apart from light from the torch.

The charm behind the sign seemed to go deep, deep into a river. Once in a while they could hear something slashing, and a strange, scuttling sound.

Near the sign there was a series of footprints, the path easy to follow as it ended abruptly before it looked like someone had fallen down and ran off in the other direction. Where the footprints had changed directions, there was patterns of waves like slithering snakes that seemed to reach right to the chasm itself.