The squat figure disappeared into the dark, and silence filled the room. All that could be heard was the slow breathing of the four companions, waiting for news of the fifth. Finally, after an interminable wait, the elf called in her singsong voice, “Master Dwarf, has the darkness swallowed you whole?”
Miklos waited to see if the surly dwarf replied. The rope hadn’t gone slack so there was still hope. he had stopped though he must have reached the obstruction. “What have you discovered Feldard?” he asked trying to keep his voice level.
Maruc paid out the rope until the dwarf stopped. He kept the rope from draggin on the ground and waited for Feldard to reply to the questioning.
“Sod this.” Nicolai drew his sword and with one hand on the rope followed Feldard in.
“When touching the stone in here you can see. It is a sacrifical alter—an eight pointed, dark red stone alter about 15 ft across. Has grooves on it for channeling blood I think. It’s been used extensively by the stains I see. In front of the stone is a pedestal, for holding a book. ” He pauses a moment hearing footsteps and feeling a tug on the rope. “I suppose that means the rest of you are coming in now too?”