The Hidden Way
Fifth Day of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
"The underside is strange..." Swift Pebble sends,
"It is smooth as though it had been worn down by silt and silt swirls all around it still, a current that comes from nowhere and goes, just to that rock. Like magic?" the last she says more as a question than an answer for even after all this time she is not sure what is and is not magic, especially around Zaia and his works.
"Well then I hope the insides answer more questions than the outsides," Antonio says, passing with a clasp of the hand the odd ethereal sense of his own thoughts and of
something far deeper, like a shadow just out of sight. "I've found it is usually so with things that come out of the sea."
"I'll see if I can gut a rock then..." you say, more glibly then you say as with rope and lantern you dive down the long dark of the crevice.
It would perhaps have made better sense to send Swift Pebble down here once more, but it is an uneasy thing and rightly so to lead without leading to not take the chance of the unknown yourself.
The walls are wet and reek of brine and rotting seaweed, still draped like ragged curtains across the shaft, but as soon as your eyes adapt to the light you can see the solid surface underneath, a pale stone contrasting with the darker pumice. Thus you soon land with a surprisingly soft thump in a pocket of air between the two layers of stone followed a moment later by Swift Pebble and then Wanderer and Esha last of all.
The only reason the sorceress isn't holding her nose is that she had to hold on to the rope, passing some of the slime off her hands, though at least she doesn't have to stoop through the narrow way most of the time at least. Thankfully the floor curves downward at a steeper angle than the roof, making it more easy as you move along.
Just as you finally manage to straighten your head you hear out of the dark a sing-song voice speaking a riddle in the tongue of the Anwa:
Dark on the bottom white on top
That's the sea, but if you swap?
What's white at bottom dark on top
Answer now thwap, thwap
The last do not sound words at all, but like a sort of wet thumping sound that makes you wonder uneasily what else besides worms has died down here.
Something glitters ahead in the pale light of Inge's conjuring. "Is that a knife?" the girl asks. She gets it close, but not quite right, it is a spear tip, though instead of the five inches that were common to the weapons of the Anwa this one was almost ten. Even more strangely it's point is jagged, it's edges serrated meant to pierce flesh and stay lodged in, a cruel thing.
What do you do?
[] Keep walking though the hollow
[] Try to answer the riddle
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OOC: Sorry this was so late guys, I had an inconvenient power outage. 
