[Esgallhugwen]

Everything was attacking his senses and perception, the heat was fatigueing and the vile insects were trying to get into Nerin's moist eyes. Sweat dripped off his nose, the meat they had all eaten earlier gave him strength but it left a foul thick taste in his mouth.

Maybe it might not have been so bad if they had a better chance of getting to know one another, it all seemed a shame really, to go on this quest without finding comradery. Of course some were friendly enough and that was all Nerin needed to keep going.

The company was nearly at the end of its strength when the young dwarf heard shouting, at first it was muffled because he was caught up in his own thoughts but then he heard it clearly.

The Sea!

Nerin's head shot up and he looked ahead of him catching the silver glimmer of water. His jaw dropped and he began to pick up his pace following the others with glee.

They sped through the trees hoping for what they've all been waiting for, the treasure. As they reached the beach Nerin couldn't help but stand in awe, the disgustingly dense, humid jungle did hide something beautiful after all.

Nerin followed suit after Bali declared the water was fresh and drinkable, he laid down his axe and took off his armour. The others couldn't help but stifle a giggle as they watched him jumping up and down trying to take off his boots as fast as he could.

The water was unbelievably cool and refreshing, he splashed about when a mischievious idea occured to him. He took a deep breath and being unable to swim he simply made sure his feet could touch the bottom.

Slowly, he crept up on the other dwarves and jumped as high as his height allowed, splashing them all profusely and soon a water fight began.

After the company had refreshed themselves they made camp by the shore. For once on this journey Nerin slept rather soundly dreaming of treasure and jewels in the depts of the sea, but all too soon his dreams were shattered.

A blood chilling scream woke up the camp and all came rushing outside with weapons in hand. Kain was floundering in the Sea and the beautiful lights seemed to be going in a whirlwind like motion around him.

No they weren't lights, they were fish! Nerin had never seen such a thing and didn't know what to do, after all he wasn't a very good swimmer and couldn't possibly get out that far without drowning himself.

Bali dove into the water without a second thought but was soon attacked by fish. The Ranger, Nerin couldn't remember his name at this moment in time, reached out his long arm and pulled Bali to shore, Kain was lost to the Sea.

They had no time to recover from the loss, or to wipe the warm tears from their eyes before they were attacked.

A large thin man came swooping down swinging his sword with a frightening fury, screaming at the Dwarves in a tongue Nerin could not understand. They tried to fight him off but he was incredible swift on his feet.

He lured them into the jungle and there they fought not knowing if they were indeed hitting the enemy or each other. But when the fray had ended they found that they had won over the crazed native.

Just then the weather turned for the worse and rain poured down in torrents, soaking the company to the bone before you could Khazad. They hurried along trying to find shelter, they headed for the caves.