Your mind races with thoughts of what could be inside as you stumble towards the cave. It's decently obscured and out of the way; you doubt anyone's been inside lately. You pass a bit of driftwood on your way and pick up a nice, strong walking stick for no reason other than you can.
Already, as you step inside, you feel the temperature difference. It's getting rather warm outside, too warm for a jacket, but you'll wanna keep yours on in here. It gets a bit dim deeper inside, but you'll be fine, I'm sure.