Journey to the Singing Grove

Before us was the entrance to the singing grove. I had fashioned our group a set of earplugs made of candle wax and lead, hopefully this would stop whatever earned the grove its name from making us another group of victims. We ventured into the tunnels uneventfully until it opened up into a humid cavern.
 
This first cavern seemed to be recently inhabited, there were tools and buckets, all overturned and abandoned. For how long it was hard for me to say. Accompanying the room was an eerie dripping sound, likely from a stalactite, although the dripping never ceased.
 
However on we pressed, once again into the tunnels.
 
The next cavern we came too was completely different. To start, the smell was nothing like I had ever smelled before, worse than anything in the swamps. Against the walls were a litany of desecrated corpses. All seemingly stripped of their entrails. My companions investigated further, but little by information was gained. The cat on the other hand did acquire some cool new scars.
 
There seemed to so far be nothing that presented any danger, at least not to any adventures worth their salt, however the evidence of danger was still profoundly unsettling.