The five adventurers made their way back down, down, down into the pit of Fallon. The magical waterlifts still worked at night, lifting huge cargo ships up to the level of the lake. But marvelous as the sight was, their attention was almost wholly devoted elsewhere.
Fallon at night was like an incredible festival of fireflies, with every surface of the floor and walls of the pit covered in lights. Since some of the larger buildings rose many stories from the floor, it appeared as a sparkling model of a city inside a glittering display case. Only this model was lifesize, and huge.
Going down was easy, although their legs began to burn near the bottom. They made their way across the city proper, their exertions forgotten as they wove their way past the glittering spires above them.
They hadn't gotten far up the staircase on the opposite side when their tired bodies reminded them of the previous morning's exertions. After several stops to rest, the group finally saw the lip of the pit give way to a familiar sight -- the Jolly Fisherman, beckoning to travellers as the last stop before the great city.
All slept very soundly, especially Joru, Quarion, and Eanos, who had walked for miles on the surface as well as down, across, up, down, across, and up the walls of the pit.
The new day dawned to sore muscles but a refreshed party, save for Dae. "I'm not feeling too well", he complained. "Why don't you go on ahead today, and I'll catch up when I can?"[sblock=Iamthetest: ]Still looking for a post from you. If and when you return, I can easily get you back into the adventure...just let me know.[/sblock]