He kept up a good pace as he walked, pressed on by the vivid image of his skeleton lying amid the rocky ruins of the cavern, which came into his mind unbidden and refused to leave. The granola bar was, however slowly, making its presence felt. His hunger abated slightly, he was able to concentrate on walking, and on trying to find his way. He took a left, and then a right, and then another left... or was it a right? To be fair to him, he had been trying to keep track of where he was going, and looked for runes or other landmarks that might guide him. But mostly he tried not to make too many turns in the same direction.
At length, after passing an especially large rock which looked vaguely familiar, he had some hope that he was nearing the entrance. Heartened, he ran down the stretch of tunnel. Faber waved at him as he passed, and Akala waved absent-mindedly back.