Laucian and the others pass the guards, who let them by reluctantly with a warning "Have your bow's ready... the forest warns of trouble below."
Once past the guards, Laucain's light illuminates the darkness well for the sencitive eyes of the elves and you travel down the opening corredor for a few hundred yards before coming to an intersection that you already know. Off to the right, there are chambers and caves, but none of them lead anywhere, but finally dead end.
The passage to the left is the one that you want. It had odviously been used in the past for something, though what was lost in the past, or perhaps the elders knew, but the floor was smoothed and the walls as well, polished to a glow by the touch of elves... or other dwellers. Further down that way, there were still rooms with stone doors, hallways that lead to more rooms and finally to the exit on the other side of the plains that the hourd occupied.
[secret=Someone]Dancer hears voices far down the corridor, echoes of echoes. They are of voices, surely![/secret]