Honestly? Not much beyond that, and that we might need to swim for it.

[Which Miriam was not looking forwards to; swimming in dark water with a ceiling of stone looming over her head wasn't her idea of a good time.]

Is there something ahead? The echoes changed. [Her hearing was still human, but Miriam had been delving into enough dungeons long enough to pick up on some things.]

[One of those cenotes lay ahead, the sinkhole plunging indeterminably far down into the mountain. There was water at the bottom, but it was far enough down there was no telling how deep it was.]