Roland held his sword with both hands, the blade aloft like a beacon. It was true enough, because with how unpredictably dangerous it was in the underdark, a good weapon might very well save their lives. He heard her question, and then replied. "How far it is to what?" His mind on further things than the end of the cavern, or perhaps things still behind one would say. He knew there were dangers here, but the Dark Elf was the only thing that stabbed him so far. 

He felt stupid questioning her though, once he had a chance to think. He was just tired, which made him dense. "Not far," he replied, giving an apologetic look. He wasn't entirely sure, but if he judged the distance right, they were past the halfway point of the looming chamber. He didn't feel any eyes on him as she did, but he trusted her senses more than his own. 

Suddenly, the glow of the mushrooms beside them faded into nothingness. The two young adventurer's gasped, and Roland froze. The glow resided elsewhere in the cavern, but not at its center. They began to hear a faint ticking along the stone, and suddenly Roland realized there was something very wrong. "Run!" he cried. 

Sprinting, they ducked and dodged the towering mushrooms, lights winking out every few moments as some [i]thing[/i] approached them, perhaps a dozen or so meters behind. Roland glanced back, and he wished he hadn't. Running across the rock, knocking aside mushrooms the size of men was an enormous spider-like beast that looked as if it was made of pure darkness. The beast's aura winked out each light of the mushrooms as it passed them by. 

"The tunnel! Go! Go!"