He lowered his eyes to the red stone, so much like an eye. "Why is it so warm?" Sholto looked at Yin Long now. "And why does it feel like it beats like a heart?" Maybe it would be best if he just asked for a way to get around the questions, about Yin always having to answer them. It felt wrong somehow ... And most certainly odd. Sholto was the last person to think of himself as having a right to command anyone. A cool breeze swept past the illusion blocking the cave. He shivered.