A more or less flat path wound its way between fantastic formations of stalagmites and stalactites. Some of the shapes suggested hulking beasts or demonic faces, while others were more benign, reminiscent of mounded ice cream cones. Water dripped from the ceiling in places, plinking against the stone below in a steady drip. Above the path, the ceiling of the cave was hung with an electric wire, from which drooped a series of burned out or broken light bulbs. I sharpened the gain on my cyberear and could just hear the slithering whisper of the dragon as it disappeared into a deeper cave. Tipping my head in that direction, I beckoned for Rafael to follow.