Njosa saw no end in sight. The sunlight of the surface looked like a pin prick from here. He had fallen too deep in. 'They' had fallen too deep, he reminded himself. Eriam wasn't doing well. He had noticed her delirious eyes long ago. She fought to hide it from him but had failed. Jason made no mention of it. He didn't need too it would change nothing. Father would be coming but it'd take time. So... he could do but one thing. Press forward. Rip through any Osa that got in his way. Get Eiriam to safety. Everything else didn't matter. Not his wounds nor exhaustion. The spear in his hands lit up. A soft blue glow illuminated the dark tunnel. Growls came from the front, behind, below, above. Sounds of delight from creatures far terrible than man or beast. Yet faced with the impossible Jason smiled. His eyes which glowed with the same blue as his spear were set dead ahead. His dauntless appearance gave Eriam the strength she needed. Her gaze was clear now. He would bring them to the surface. His name was Njosa of the Mahandi clan. And to the Onjaka, Mahandi meant trust.