Settionne knelt down in prayer, his muttering not carrying through into the cavern (fortunately for him). Within the greater chamber, rocks began to fall and the lava grew steadily more fierce, causing the areas close-by to jutter and shift almost imperceptively. Be it by fate or the Gods, as Settione finished his prayer, the staff toppled forward and fell onto his shoulder, the indigo crystal atop the staff glowing faintly in the dark. It was good he chose to hide it, though even in his bag of Elven silk, there would be an odd pole-like bulge to be noticed if he brought attention to it.

Argon blinked his otherworldly eyes, pausing from her question as Settione hustled passed both Argon and Alice. "Why, Settione is there, friend Alice." The Lizardman declared, pointing Sett's way. Moments later, all three of the companions made it into a room that had small rocks crumbling around them, and lava spittle flying every which way. It was fortunate for them they saw a close exit, the one the others took. Inside they would hear Ursaren's suggestion. 

"There's no time." Beren replied, running a thumb wet with his saliva over his cut cheek. Brogach gave off a bray of distress while Calanon did his best to calm his companion down. The Dwarf priest Geradin hustled past the rest of them towards the stairs. "Make way!" He called, stepping passed An-Hasst and waddling up the stairs as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. "Only one way to go and that's forward. Best get to it!" He declared, his hammer aglow once more from a spell so he could lead the way. 

The companions hurried forward, climbing the cramped stairway until they made it to a similarly cramped tunnel-hall, wrought as intricately as the room they have found themselves in earlier. Dwarf statues of old were arrayed at the sides, standing tall and proud like solemn, bearded guardians of justice and wisdom. At the end of the short hall, they would find themselves in a greater cavern. Relatively round except the (mostly) flat ground, with cave entrances leading left, right, and forward. Geradin skidded to a stop, and sniffed the air. 

"We cannae go right. The lava was flowing that wey. If anyone go' wind of us. They'd be comin' from there." 

"Left, right? I mean uh left, yes?" Beren said, looking to Geradin. The Dwarf strode forward and looked between the center one and the left one. "Probably the safest, let's go." 

"I wish to eat soon!" Argon declared, his hissing voice echoing down the corridor. "Shut it ye dolt." Geradin cursed him, and off they ran further, their footsteps echoing almost as loudly as Argon, but run they needed to. It would be a hard jog later that the group entered a very strange area, where the smaller cavern gave way to a room with a looming ceiling, that gave off its own light. For large mushrooms glowed in the dark. To their left was a small path to a raised platform above this small forest of mushrooms, and Beren breathed a sigh of relief as Calanon stepped forward, arrow at the ready. 

"I think we can rest for a moment."

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