The bridge was not quite as precarious as she feared. In fact strangely it was smooth and level and very little of it had eroded into the abyss. Apart from the occasional unsettling gust coming up from the darkness beneath it was very easy going for someone of her size, if not for some of the larger members of the team. That being said she did see a few of the party struggling, having obviously not spent as much time as her traversing narrow bridges underground, and often in worse state.

Importantly, however, they all made it. Now the question was as to where they had all made it. The bridge had led to some sort of stone tower, one that looked like an entirely natural formation. All of this was very odd, and she and the others could see a soft glow coming from the entryway. They pressed on and the heat grew and grew.

Eventually they all emerged into some sort of chamber filled with magma. [b]"By the gods... it's an ancient forge!"[/b] Ursaren shouted excitedly, before rushing forward and pulling his notebook out in one fluid motion. [b]"This must have been here for centuries!"[/b] he continued before his pencil got to work over the parchment. Alice quickly grabbed her book and started to do the same thing, in the same way as if she'd missed a cue in a lecture and was rushing to catch up. Her scratchings were hasty, capturing the bare essentials and accompanied by many notes to describe things in better detail. When she got a brief look at Ursaren's book she gasped in awe. His hand raced over parchment and seemed to recreate the world in monochrome. Her sketching was academic, designed so she could move on to the next subject at a moments notice and still have something there to consult. But his was born of experience and care, which had granted him speed and detail she could only dream of being able to achieve.

Her eyes drifted away from his parchment as she saw movement on his skin. In fact, it was the skin itself that was moving! She almost recoiled, but she noticed it was knitting itself together! Was that an effect of his condition? She wasn't sure, he himself seemed infatuated with the effect. She bore no wounds herself from the fight earlier, so wouldn't know.

[color=ffff00]"Folks... I really can't help but simply admire the workmanship that has obviously been dedicated to this place. However I don't think it would be appropriate for us to dishonor this place by leaving behind our mummified bodies that are not allowed to rot in the dry heat. This is next to a perfect trap, so in case there are rogs or other things still following us I suggest we don't stay here for long. At least we should start to invest the time necessary to study this island if there is any other escape route."[/color]

An-Hasst made a good point. Although the area was dangerous to fight in for large numbers a swift retreat would be impossible over that bridge, especially with arrows peppering the air. She heeded his advice so far as putting her book away, but thought it was well worth staying in case they could find anything of worth. [color=royalblue]"Geradin? Is this a Dwarven forge?"[/color] she asked after him as he carefully inspected this and that. There was no real way for a human to tell, every Dwarfen architect had an intricate, and more importantly unique, way of building that often meant there was no real correlation between Dwarven work to Dwarven work. At least as far as the untrained eye could tell.

Still, she strode after him and kept her eye out for anything valuable or useful, as well as an exit while they were at it. The heat was really getting on her nerves. As if she hadn't gotten hot and bothered enough fighting those Rogs earlier.

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