Chapter 112: Shaman

• As Alan and the rest of the Skull group followed the Bison skull man along the narrow riverbank. They couldn't help but look at the suspended bridges, caves and boats as It was a truly unique environmental setting. Very different from The Damn and even Moab City. There were no buildings, towers or structures that could resemble modern civilization. Everything had been either naturally formed or carved out into and from the rocks. What actually went on inside those caves was anyone's guess at this point.
• They arrived at a very steep stairwell carved into the rock that led upwards to the lowest cave on the northern most peninsula. As they climbed up the stairs Alan took note that at this caves entrance there were several guards standing to watch them from above. Security was not slack by any means despite not having any apparent electricity or cameras. When they arrived at the cave there were only two torches illuminating the entrance. Further in it also appeared to be just a very shallow cave, maybe no more the a few dozen meters deep and empty.
• "Are you going to be returning the way you came?" The Bison skull man asked as everyone gathered at the cave.