The dwarf moved towards the cavern entrance where the spiders lair had been and did a quick once-over to be certain that no other dangers remained within. The air was smokey and stank of burnt flesh. Feldard knew within moments the humans would be sifting through the refuse and burnt remains of the lair, looking for loot. And the humans thought dwarves were treasure-mongers!
The dwarf then motioned all clear to the others and then moved back to the tunnel to keep watch ahead with the Elf.
Nicolai checked the area for traps, but there were none to be found.
“A dead end?” The Elf asked on Feldard’s return. On his confirmation, she turned towards the other fork, moving slightly down it and trying to spy some hint of what lay beyond before the humans arrived with the lantern. The tunnel continued straight through until the limits of her infravision would let her see no more, unless she ventured further down the passage.
“There may have been unfortunates who have entered here before. They might have left some clue.” Miklos hunted about the charred remains of the spider’s lair. I fervently hope no one got caught down here.” Miklos’s words rang in Maruc’s ears the truth was that he didn’t want to know. Not wishing to hang about, Maruc followed Saeth in case she came across anything unpleasant.
Miklos ran across various charred bones, mostly belonging to animals, among the ashed remains of the webbing. Some torn, burnt clothing, a coin pouch and a handful of gold and silver pieces were mixed in with some humanoid skeletal fragments. Other than that, there was nothing remarkable within the small cavern.