As Vrashek plays with the door, Astra's attention is on the walls. Chipped away at, like the ones in the cistern room. She's almost certain she'd heard the culprits herself as they'd passed by. Singing drunkenly in a dark sewer, inexplicably vandalizing the walls.
She reached into her pouch and looked at the old Dwarven note she'd retrieved from the ground. Related maybe...
"Do any of you read the Dwarven language?" she asked.
She reached into her pouch and looked at the old Dwarven note she'd retrieved from the ground. Related maybe...
"Do any of you read the Dwarven language?" she asked.