You think those are Welkynd stones set in the walls. Those are really useful and should sell for a reasonable amount too. "So, I never really explained about the name did I?" You start conversationally, drawing your sword in case you need to prize the glowing crystals out of the white stone. Your foot goes down a little further than it should. You backpedal automatically. It probably saves your life, or at least a hole in your chest armour. A huge, scythe like blade skims through the space you were just standing in. The creak and groan of gears turning fills the corridor along with the steady swishing of eight massive blades.
"Ooops." You say quietly. "Did not see that coming."
"Apparently so." Morlia agrees tartly. "You didn't do something stupid like get hit did you?" She demands and instant later, almost sounding anxious under that veneer of distance and grumpiness.
"No I didn't, stop worrying." You answer lightly, resting your sword on one shoulder casually. "Lets try the other way, probably less deadly than this one." Diana nods, giving the swinging blades a fearful look.
"The scamp goes first." Morlia says coolly, gesturing for the stunted creature to get moving. It looks like it's about to protest or run away. It looks at you and quails, crouching into a smaller huddle than usual before running to do what Morlia told it to.
"That was weird." Diana comments as you follow it down into the darker level. Absently she waves a hand to cast a soft green glow around you and her. After a moment she hurriedly casts the spell again to cloak Morlia in light. "Sorry." Diana whispers.
"It's fine just...." You put out an arm to stop her walking into the room ahead. It's trashed to say the least of it. There must once have been a corridor on the right hand wall but it's been caved in and chocked up with rubble and dust. Any tables, chairs, chests anything movable at all has been overturned and scattered around the room. You can see claw marks in the walls, lines and lines of them. There is a corridor leading onward opposite your entrance but between you and it, the dissolving form of Morlia's pathetic Scamp in it's jaws, is a wolf that's half rotted away. Part of it that somehow still has fur is smoldering and a couple of bones are charred black.
It opens its jaws, the Scamp completely gone, and growls at the three of you.
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