[Etana 4]

Etana shook her head at the callings of Tala. "It's not safe to rush in. We'll take it slow, and we'll go inside once it's deemed safe."

The group lowered themselves in the depths, coming down to the ground level of the ancient port. The algae and barnacles had called the small town home after all of these years and had overgrown large portions of the decrepit buildings surrounding them.

Etana looked down at the ground around them, noting a spiral shape tracing its way over the ground. It looked like a larch conch shell, created out of a series of smooth stones. Written around it were odd runes, nothing like those she had seen before. "Any of this looking like something to you Pello?" She called out to her mate.

The words had no sooner left her mouth than a low rumbling seemed to shake the floor of the waters themselves. "Whatever that is, I don't know if we want any part of it." She scanned her kids' faces quickly, making note of their demeanor before looking to Pello for guidance.