The dragon-related jokes will continue until morale improves.
Halea walks into the throat of the giant skull, the light of her cyan flame illuminating the teeth, stalactites, and stalagmites around her. All is silent.
The soft sand of the island transitions to hard stone as she descends into a cavern. Her heels click on the ground as she passes old shells and fishbones, small pebbles and larger rock columns.
The incline becomes steeper, and she descends further and further into the dark, the cavern opening up into a vast cave system beneath the skull. Her heels continue to click and echo as the downward path becomes carefully-hewn stairs. This is a natural formation, but something about it is also... designed.