His iron muscles along with Camilla's clever ideas and added strength paid off. He held his breath when he heard the greenskins pouring down the hole. He turned, about to unsheathe his sword before Camilla stopped him. He regarded her for a moment, but decided delaying was worse than anything he could do at that moment, and did his best to slip through. His body was lean and muscled, but he still had to suck it in, in order to slip through. 

Once he was in, he found the corridor was much, much smaller than he thought it would be. More cramped. But it was straight, in fact it curved upwards a bit. And he felt a draft... 

He pulled Camilla in if she needed help, and Cyrdic did his best to close the door before he and his treasure laden companion ran blindly down the small corridor. Even with the torch, it seemed as if this hall had no end. Even his legs began to give out after awhile, though admittedly he had been crawling, running, fighting, and falling the past few hours. 

They passed a few halls branching outwards, but Cyrdic felt the air was coming from up ahead and charged forward stubbornly. It was just their luck when the last two halls they passed chittered with the all too familiar sound of rats. "Ulfric Ass," he growled. He halted for a moment, and then urged Camilla onward. Up and up and forward they went, their clinking clothing echoing down the tunnel as they moved. Behind them, beady eyes could be seen from afar, gaining on them. 

It was Sigmar's grace when Cyrdic saw a stairway up ahead, leading to a small room with a makeshift ladder that led upwards, towards a small slit of light. "Your turn," he wheezed, both from the running and the dust in his throat. 
[@Penny]