"Flip a coin? Unless you have a policy about which way to go."
"Flip a coin? Unless you have a policy about which way to go."
Hix'ix'ix shrugs, and digs out a copper. "Headsss iss left, tailsss iss right." He flips it up, catches it, and does the thing where he puts it on his arm. "Tailss. Come on."
You pass some burnt out shaft supports, which is surprising, as the roof seems to have no desire to collapse on you. Some have small iron cages dangling, swaying slightly in the draft that blows at your back. It's quiet, except for the dripping of a distant water source that reverberates throughout the mine.
You figure that the mine is probably curving towards the center of the mountain.
After about ten minutes of walking through corridors of plain stone, not running to any one of the dangers that were reported, and no valuable ore either, with no end in sight yet, you literally stumble across a human skeleton, with it's last rags of clothing rotting away. It probably was here for hundreds of years. It lies there with it's hand outstretched.
After a cursoury glance at the corpse, Cade and Celles turn to go. However, Edgrick notices some scratches on the wall. They look like Common, but a really old dialect. It translates to (after some editing): "Run, run, run! They have me! Dont let them get you. You will feel them in your soul. Leave Kalgena to the fires of the Orcs. Leave the gold, leave the gems, and leave the crystals to my masters... no no no nonononononononono" Here the writing ends, becoming unintelligible.
Hix'ix'ix is digging through the bones, and pulls out a short, rusty knife. "Mussst have taken hissss own life."