Water dripped into the small underground lake in front of Aldred. He looked around and sensed nothing nearby.
Currently, he did not know to which part of the mountain he was teleported. Was he teleported to the bottom? To the top, or was he still in the middle? He couldn't tell.
Aldred picked a random direction and set forth.
"Mary!" He shouted as he walked. "Where are you guys?"
"Stella?!" he shouted again.
His voice boomed and echoed, but there was no reply.
"Seems like the teleportation is random but precise enough to make everyone far away from each other."
As Aldred kept walking, he saw a forge and an anvil sitting on a small cave. An iron chain hung from the ceiling.
Aldred approached to take a look and saw a skeleton leaning on the wall. The skeleton wore a dirty robe, and a hammer laid beside it.
Looking to the side, there was a carving of writings on the wall.
Aldred read: