Maruc shook his head as his eye meet yet further statues. “Ahh… if the craftsmen bent their efforts to saving the poor rather that sculpting for the rich. the world would be a happier place,” he mumbled to himself. He walked over to the well and shone his lightstone down to see if there was a bottom. “Miklos do you have a spare lightstone? It might be interesting to see whats down there.”
“Foolish priest! You’ll announce us all to whatever lies down there.” snapped Nicolai angrily who assumed the the priest wanted to drop one in.
“Wait.” Nicolai cast a professional eye at the sheer surface of the pit. “We could tie a rope to one of the statues and lower ourselves in. It seems the only way on. I’d suggest going first but that will leave fewer strong backs to lower our metal-clad priest and Dwarf.”
Miklos elbowed his way passed Feldard and Nicolai. “Interesting….” he said scanning the script. “Not a word that I recognize in elvish …. Paah…. Is that how you would pronounce it Saeth? What do you think it is? A name?”
At the mage’s invokement of the elven scrawl, Nicolai saw a soft blue glow emanate from the bottom of the well. It was gradually getting brighter, as the lightsource seemed to start to rise up the wellshaft.
Ignoring the others Miklos had made his way over to the other side of the room and was trying to pronounce, with whatever elvish help he could muster the other word, “New-wood? Nieuwode? Neighward? Is that the correct pronunciation Hasan? I doesn’t make sense.”
At the mage’s recitation of the second word etched into the wall, Nicolai saw the lightsource reverse course and fade away, and the bottom of the well returned to a state of darkness.