Stormfly nudged Astrid in the back, between her shoulders, and she laughed softly.

"I think Stormfly agrees," she said. "Wet dragons aren't happy dragons, unless they're fishing.

"Gimme that spare torch," she said then. "You go one direction, I'll go the other, and we'll just meet in the middle on the other side." There didn't seem to be any major obstructions in the large room in the center of the cave. There were several rock formations, but even if she lost sight of Hiccup behind them, the light of the torches would illuminate the walls. She was pretty sure that if anyone was alive in here, they would have been alerted to intruders when the skeleton incident had happened. "It should be safe," she said, pretty sure Hiccup was still nervous about this whole thing. He was always a little nervous, it seemed. "Your bony friend back there was the only sign of life that I can see anywhere; the dust on the floor hasn't been disturbed in a long time."

So if the skeleton had died in here, long ago enough that it was only bones left... who was he? What had he been doing here? Astrid couldn't deny she was curious. They had nothing else to do until the storm passed anyway.