The air in the cave is cold, damp and dead. There's moss growing on the walls, but it's otherwise the cave is completely unremarkable.

Lucy places her left hand on the wall and walks boldly forward, swinging her flashlight around haphazardly. Everyone else just needs to follow her.

After about twenty steps there's a fork on the road. Lucy doesn't even think about it, she takes the left one, the one that has a slight downward slope.

After a few steps Lucy stops, tears some moss from the wall and shuts down her flashlight.

"Is this normal shiny or magic shiny?" she asks.