With the halfling rogue leading the way and the cleric's torch in the center of the group, you make your way down the long straight tunnel. The stonework is old and has fallen loose in more than a few places, their are more than a few roots trying to make their way through the area, hanging from the ceiling.
A small rut is filled with foul water down the center of the tunnel and on the sides where the curved wall meets the floor you come upon bits of debris. Branches and twigs, torn pieces of cloth, and other garbage lay piled up against the sides of the tunnel. Rumdum looks carefully for things his old teacher had told him could trip up a person, thin wire, odd flagstones, and the like. He notices nothing like this here, but his ears tell him something is odd.
He halts the group and puts a small finger to his lips. After a moment everyone hears the faint sound of squeaking. Looking all about they have trouble finding the source. Then from holes (covered by the sticks and garbage), a group of giant rats nearly surrounds the group.
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A small rut is filled with foul water down the center of the tunnel and on the sides where the curved wall meets the floor you come upon bits of debris. Branches and twigs, torn pieces of cloth, and other garbage lay piled up against the sides of the tunnel. Rumdum looks carefully for things his old teacher had told him could trip up a person, thin wire, odd flagstones, and the like. He notices nothing like this here, but his ears tell him something is odd.
He halts the group and puts a small finger to his lips. After a moment everyone hears the faint sound of squeaking. Looking all about they have trouble finding the source. Then from holes (covered by the sticks and garbage), a group of giant rats nearly surrounds the group.
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