"Is that it?" I asked, my hand pointing toward the deep chasm where the pool of an oasis should have been.
Yet, instead of a bright pool of freshwater surrounded by palm trees and other healthy plants, all we could see was a wide gaping hole leading downward.
"Yes," Shanks answered from his spot at the front wagon. "We should hurry. The gates to the Undercroft close at dawn."
"We would have gotten here faster," I pointed a thumb behind me, "if you guys didn't insist on carving up that ashworm for parts."
"An ashworm's carcass sells pretty well, Commander," Varda repeated the benefit she'd given before to convince me. "The fangs along would be ten Leprechauns each to the right buyer."
"Your quartermaster's right," Shanks chuckled. "Besides, the tale of defeating an ashworm might even open a few more doors for you in the Undercroft… people love a good story."
