Luckiest man on Entler, part 3

When he arrived in the cavern, he didn't quite know what to make of what he was seeing; there were what seemed to be dwellings carved into the walls, and there were stairs made of stone, and a waterfall leading into a hole who knows who deep on one end of the massive inhabited area of this gigantic cavern. There were creatures in doorways, and by the waterfall, and walking towards the group that was carrying Jeremy in their claws.

What gave the cavern light was anyone's guess; there were many things on the walls and the ceilings that could bring the gentle glow that was omnipresent in the large grotto, deep underneath the surface of Entler.

“Just my luck,” Jeremy thought to himself, as he was dragged into a small room, about 7 feet wide, but over twice his own height. There they left him, closing a stone door behind them when they exited the room. Above him, Jeremy saw a small hole in the wall, but he could not see inside of it. He wanted very much to crawl into the corner and sob himself into a coma, but he knew he had to be a little more alert than that to survive this. Just when he was starting to succumb to his own desire to break down, a deep, booming voice echoed through the small room, shocking Jeremy to his feet and against the far wall.

“Do you have any idea why you are here?” It asked nonchalantly, but with a certain tone of authority. Jeremy did not respond, for he was too shocked to even open his mouth. “I repeat, do you have any idea why you are here?” “N-no.” Jeremy managed to croak out.

The voice spoke again: “I wish to find out if you would be of use to us.” “What do you want me for?” Jeremy inquired, rather terrified. “The fact that you are even asking tells me you may be what I need right now. I will be right down to retrieve you.”