[h2][center][color=orange]Cicero Bladewalker[/color][/center][/h2]
[center][@Cyrania][@Timemaster][/center]
Cicero winced as the two enemies converged upon him. Thankfully, with Gwyn's precise thrust with her rapier and Ashe's knife slit the two guards fell dead. The blood from Ashe's kill splattered on Cicero's face. He cleaned himself off and muttered, [color=orange]"Thanks."[/color] He scratched his head in frustration, [color=orange]"Apparently my demonfolk is not as good as I remembered..."[/color] He muttered to himself. Then he turned to Ashe on looking for traps, [color=orange]"I'll take a look then."[/color] [hider=Roll, perception]1d20+3 = 13, Success[/hider]
[hr][hr][@Fetzen][@Sol Grim] 
The band made it after several minutes to what appeared to be the exit. Bright yellow light shone through a large entryway. It illuminated the sand to look like glistening gold dust. Some of the men began to weep for joy. Others stood dumbfounded. They had made it, after all this time. Some had been stuck below for years. Now, it was finally over. 

However, there was no sign of their equipment. Though, the men did not care. Some yelled out that they were headed home. Most to travel back to the city of Roh. One of the men spoke to Dalious and Fyr, [color=39b54a]"Are you leading us back to Roh? There is a port there that we could sail anywhere but here."[/color]

Fyr and Dalious would find no sign of the others. They had gone another way entirely. Through deductive reasoning, they could determine the way to get to Cicero and the others was to travel eastward. A tunnel curved to the left from their vantage point. 

Would they escape or head back below?