Elidyr tilted his head curiously at the writing on the wall. "Galatea...? What.." he mumbled to himself, stepping closer to the carved stone. He was careful to avoid the scattered items and tattered, broken armor. "Sounds like ice cream..." he thought to himself, huffing as he stepped back, looking around the broken and abandoned camp site. He nudged the dusted armor, squeaking and jumping back as a small mouse scrammed from underneath the rusted metal.

"Damn critters", he hissed, walking around the campsite a bit more. Elidyr did pick up a few pieces of metal and scrap, knowing it'd be useful for further crafts and other stuff. After that, he continued on, his hoofs clacking about the rocky ground, looking further around the cave...only to come across another campsite. "Huh, weird..." he uttered, before realizing the same carved word on the stone above the site.

His body went cold, but he shook it off for now, marching on after gathering the metal there too. Until...

"No...that..that can't be.." he marched up to the next site, the exact same carving in the stone. His breath hitched in fear as he tensed. He quickly moved on, his walk morphing into a canter as he ran past an identical camp site...and another...and another...