The night passed uneventfully. Daios was dead to the world, completely exhausted. It actually took them a few tries to wake him up in the morning; he kept falling back asleep.
After they had eaten something, Daios led them back to the underwater tunnel he'd found. The water was very cold, but he'd been expecting that. The tunnel was easily large enough for the others to swim through as well. It wasn't far, it only took one breath. The pool opened into another cavern, deeper into the mountain. Daios boosted himself out of the pool, already shivering. His oversized clothes stuck to him, showing how painfully skinny he really was. Even through the matieral, it was easy to see his ribs.
As the other two got out of the pool, Daios concentrated. It was still difficult to do it on purpose, but after a couple of minutes, a small ball of light formed in the air a few inches above his head. It was bright enough to light an area about fifteen feet around.
Daios started wringing water out of his clothes, but froze when he heard a sound. It wasn't a goblin, but it sounded like someone was moving. Then, just outside of the light, someone spoke. "Who are you?" A tall man stepped into the light, blinking at them in confusion. He was tense, like he expected trouble, but unarmed. He'd been injured, recently, if the bruise on his forehead and blood matted in his hair was any indication. "Where am I?"