CAINE
Owen's cave is, strangely enough, located in a run-down neighborhood. Half the lawns are overgrown, and most families use their yards as storage instead of a decorative display.
The building housing Owen's strange cave system looks the same as the rest. Several sun-bleached gnomes decorative what used to be some sort of garden, and more windows are boarded than not. Before Owen had given us access, the house was as empty inside as it looked from the outside.
Dirty, dusty, and bare of any life or even basic furniture.
I haven't asked what strange magic connects the cave to this place. Lyre and those connected to her seem to live by strange rules. While magic isn't necessarily unfamiliar, the strength and breadth of their powers are leagues beyond what any normal wizard could ever dream of accomplishing.
I circle the perimeter a third time, scanning for anything out of place, but nothing pings my radar.
The silence is absolute. Too absolute.
