Something wasn’t right. Arkon had been through these caves before. He recognized their subtle defining markers, though many moons had passed since his last exploration of theses particular caverns. Still something was strange. Different. It nagged at his mind as an itch crawls beneath your flesh. Cartographers never forget a place they have visited before, and Akron was the highest ranked Cartographer among his people. Still, he could not shake the feeling that he was exploring this system of twists and turns, and not simply returning to them. That uncertainty made him uneasy, sending a wave of discomfort sliding down his spinal cord.
