The work of opening up a passage through the rubble tired the dwarf a little more than he cared to admit. His wounds still bothered him but he stubbornly refused to let that slow him more than absolutely necessary. With the passage open, Feldard took back up his axe and led the way through. “One at a time and don’t dislodge any of the rocks to either side or the whole thing could come down on us.”
Hasan was anxious to leave the site of his lengthy labor. “Good. Well done, Feldard. Now let’s go, you and I, as quickly and quietly as you can, dear Dwarf, before the others come with their torches and ruin anything we’d see via infravision.”
Saeth heard only snippets of the other demihumans’ conversation, but it was enough to convey the message. She sighed, resigning herself once more to the rear, and scanned the hallway as the humans entered the tunnel.
One-by-one they entered the passage, crawling and slouching through the narrow space in single file order. After several yards, the tunnel widened and then ended in a solid metal door. The door’s sturdy lock was damaged extensively. It appeared someone had gone to great lengths to enter whatever lay beyond.
“Who goes there?” challenged a voice in the language of the elves. The voice was low and gravelly, yet retained a graceful Elyan accent.