Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods. "Hanna, you're closet in size and... temperament. Would you mind watching over... him?"

[Anastasia]

"Alright," Hanna says, "Don't get yourselves killed out there."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh edges over to the wolf. "You wanna ear rub?"

[Anastasia]

The wolf gives you a long look, the tiny courre getting a Baleruk-esque staredown.

[Iron Dragoon]

"A most appropriate response. Let us continue on."

[Anastasia]

Which direction?

[Yuthirin]

"Your loss!" she says, flying upward.

[Iron Dragoon]

Is there paths down here or just the one up top?

[Anastasia]

You could follow the waterway in either direction if you wish.

[Iron Dragoon]

I've been picking up to now. Some one else gets to this time.

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh is clearly not interested in another sewer crawl, heading directly up.

[Anastasia]

The party returns to the broken room without incident. There's still the door leading further in, as well as going back to the intersection if you choose to.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hidden doors are usually hidden for a reason. Lets go that way."

[Yuthirin]

"Yay scouting!" Calleigh scouts the next room!

[Anastasia]

The party heads on down. You walk further ahead and upstairs, the stairway leading directly into a place that smells of must and rot. Great, towering bookshelves loom over everything, mostly empty save for a few scattered books. It goes on a good ways, bookshelves lining the walls and blocking up most of the middle.

You can't see the back of the room, but you don't see any doors further in. Just old, dusty shelves, books and a few ancient chairs.