The rocky terrain was still difficult to navigate but with the old man's help, Lind had far less burden on his Qi. The deference the old man gave him was a bit over the top but he was used to it from dragons that met him for the first time.
They traversed the treacherous path for a few days until they paused before a blank cliff wall. Lind sensed nothing odd about it until the old man transformed one of his arms into a similar dark tan scale claw.
He placed it on the cliff side and it began to squirm! He was fascinated as it was not an Art but a racial skill! Their race had an innate connection to the stone around them and it revealed a massive cavern entrance! It could easily allow for Lind's true form to coil up inside and have room to spare!
The party entered and the opening closed up behind them at the old man's command.
