Through her panic and despair she thought she could hear a sound; voices she thought, yes voices! Not the chitterling that bought the terror that had her trapped and entangled like a trout caught in a net. But whose voices were they? Not the foul Orcs or Goblins. She focused her thoughts and prayed for deliverance so as to have the opportunity to avenge her fallen kin and comrades.
* * * * *
Maruc grinned at Stephan’s quip and tapped his helm. “Keeps the brains in eh?”
The dank sounds of cave echoed vibrantly in the large cavern. Stephan hunkered back against a section of cave wall as much as he could. The light stone he held betrayed his nervousness as it flitted to and fro about the cavern. The light lingered a fraction of a second longer, however, on the odd cave cage structure. Illuminated ever so briefly were chunks of the living cave stone that must have formed the now smashed “bars”.
He looked to see Feldard’s reaction to all this. And waited for the dwarf’s wisdom in how to proceed from here. His sword was held firmly at the ready.
Miklos shone his light around the cavern. “Limestone and more webbing. The spider must frequent this area.”
Hasan held up another torn fragment of dwarf clothing. The dwarves had come this way—voluntarily or not, there was no way of knowing.
“This damage is relatively recent,“ deduced the mage, “and there is much webbing caught in the rocky spikes. See the splinters? They are both inward and outward suggesting traffic in and out. One might suggest a natural prison if it where possible to keep someone inside long enough for the stalagmites to join eh? It seems reasonable to investigate that tunnel first.”
Feldard entered the cavern and noted the broken limestone shards. He listened to Miklos’ assessment as he crossed the cavern towards the “splinters”; as he did so he noted that the cavern continued on towards the right as well. Feldard considered this a moment—the broken limestone could be a diversion or a trap. He paused.
Then motioned to Hasan—pointing towards the right. “Check that direction. 100 paces. Stephan back him up.”
Hasan nodded at the dwarf and moved slowly, softly, to the right, his eyes straining in the night. The big man followed behind.