That map is out of date, Garet! Accoring to Piers, the cave should be over--! Woah!

[Remember this guy? If nothing else, the big blue eyes and bright yellow scarf should be familiar, even if the high-collared blue coat and small ponytail are not. One gloved hand reaches up to scratch the back of his head somewhat sheepishly, dislodging a few small, wet globs of snow from his dark gold shag.]

Talk about things slipping your mind. I guess this is what I get when we try and find the road back to Imil before the sun sets.