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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1220061" data-attributes="member: 2885">Going down...another layer off the onionSometime during Fiddle's babbling he had mentioned the purpose of the party's expedition. And Darian had reaffirmed it. The next morning there was a knock at the door. Fiddle gave the counter reply. And then there was  a pause and a  "Are you coming or what?" from Alya.The party was ready to go. The colo(u)r had returned to Marcus of Tyr's face. Arendel opened the door to the South. Another corridor with stairs going up. At the top of the landing was a part of the wall ajar. Calrom found the tracks again. They led from here back to the Northwest passage in the Dragon's room and to a set of double doors. Fiddle checked the doors and then opened them.A stone statue of an elf woman holding a silver ewer pouring water into a fountain was the only furnishing. The statue's head turned to Fiddle."What does it mean to be good?" she asked."Do the right thing," Fiddle blurted out. "The famous bard Spike Lee always tells us to DO the Right Thing.""To be virtuous and righteous," Darian added. "To keep true to your ideals."The statue's head returned to its initial state and the wall in the corner opened. Fiddle refilled his empty waterskin in the fountain after checking for trouble. Nothing lived in the water. But it looked and felt normal enough. He didn't try it. Not until he was really thirsty. Who knew when they would find water again. And food for that matter. He checked his pack. He had enough for only 8 more meals...about 2 days.The wall led to a door. And the door was at the top of a set of stairs. Going down....Fiddle marked the walls and banged on the steps the whole way down. He made sure it was safe. He had heard too many tales about collapsing staircases and slides to pits of fire...They came to a landing and then a cavern. The ledge they were on had spikes for rope, but no way across. The opposite ledge was 60 ft or so away."The perfect spot for an ambush," Fiddle smacked his forehead.</blockquote>

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