Wrewdison stands in a dimly lit cave, calling out into the darkness. His tall, fit frame is visible, with a beard and slightly messy hair. The rocky terrain makes it difficult to discern any clear indications of where the inhabitant may have gone. A cave axolotyl and a crate are nearby, but there's no response to Wrewdison's calls. The sound of dripping water and the faint rustling of small creatures scurrying around in the darkness breaks the eerie silence.

taken in #cavesystem - the area for signs of footsteps or indicators