"Please don't get killed by the metal man," she said as she gave Mordred a farewell hug.
The party stands now on a brown and windswept hill crowned by a cluster of jagged boulders, half-buried in the ground, leaning in toward each other. It seems to some of you more suggestive of a grasping, short-fingered hand than a cradle.
It takes a bit of searching to find the promised entrance to the Badgerways, but at the base of one of the boulders, partly hidden under a protrusion of stone, you find a hole going straight down, hardly more than two feet wide. Some piled earth and large stones nearby suggest that this entrance may have been sealed off until somewhat recently.