What seemed to be a prelude to a nasty encounter de-escalated almost instantly as that lone Devourer turned its head away and followed its brethren, leaving the group with a low, disappointed growl.  Jazdia remained at the ready for a solid three minutes, only allowing herself to be at ease when the creature's hasty strides could no longer be heard, and she was sure that their path would not cross with her again for the time being. 

"What a curious skotrotopic creature they are," commented Vesemir as the group continued their advance to the left tunnel. "It seems without external control, they behave like ordinary feral animals."   

"Sko- what again?" asked Mr Elc, half whispering.  

[color=ec008c]"Means they are attracted to darkness and thrive in it."[/color]

In her careful walk, Jazdia stopped and looked down. From behind, she appeared calm, but her face was visibly disturbed as she looked back and spoke.

[color=ec008c]"Mind your steps."[/color] 

There were a bunch of human bones scattered on this path. Probably came from several individuals by the amount of it, and curiously, they varied greatly by size, provoking a morbid speculation that there were children among the dead. Who in their right mind would bring children into this God-Forsaken place?

[b]"What in the Creator's name is this? Are you sure this is the right path? Lass?"[/b] Groaned Stepan. Eblana hushed him, and Jazdia did not answer, while the other elf followed her lead, walking through that path slowly and carefully so as not to disturb the scattering remains. 

There was another crossroad, Jazdia took the right tunnel this time, leading them to a cavernous section of the labyrinth... where more skeletons could be seen. The elf stopped, stood still as if bracing herself for an impact. Her eyes gleamed with a purplish hue as she affixed her gaze on the dusty walls and nothingness, scanning beyond darkness and hard earth. 

[color=ec008c]"We are on the right path. The end of this maze is still far, but thankfully, the devourers are already far away, and I saw no more of them. Find your courage, Sir Stepan. It's just an unfortunate coincidence that our paths intertwined with these... people."[/color]

The individuals she referred to were the skeletons filling this chamber. There were at least nine of them, more diverse than the specimens they had encountered along the path, making it difficult to determine if they belonged to the same group trapped together in this maze, or accumulations of victims dragged by devourers. Some still wore their armor, while others lay in civilian clothes, and some had no clothing at all. Those with armor bear markings that seemed identical to the knight they found near the gorge. There were rusty weapons scattered on the floor, and also some trinkets, old ripped clothes, and pieces of leather. 

"The bones are at least one or two decades old." Mused Mr. Elc. "I wonder what happened here, dried bloodstains on the wall, armored men guarding the entrances. The place was a slaughterhouse." 

[color=ec008c]"I am more curious about how half of them could be here to begin with. The amount of weapons and armor doesn't add up. The unarmed outnumbered the armed."[/color]

[b]"Maybe the eyless thing's doing? Twas ten years ago you said. And things could be taken, kicked away, thrown, or dragged about and lost?"[/b] Stepan offered. 

"Never heard devourers collect old swords and spears, but hey, not impossible."