Through a veil (Any healers?)

Crescendo sat akwardly near the entrance to one of the caves, unsure of what to do. He had been accepted, but his shoulder and neck still bothered him. The handsome black brute looked behind him into the caves, he was almost sure he had heard a voice from there mere seconds ago. But that was absurd. He shook his head, then stopped when his neck hurt all the more. He hated being weak like this, he hated weakness in general.