Round 368

Merrin's voice cuts through the din, sharp and urgent. "We need to move! The tunnel is collapsing!" She glances at Varrika, her expression grim. The stone underfoot shifts ominously. Varrika nods, her face a mask of concentration despite obvious pain. "Aye," she grunts, shifting her weight carefully. "But where? Every path looks like it could come down any moment." The water below churns, spray misting upward in the torchlight. The air grows heavier, wetter. Merrin's eyes scan the crumbling walls and unstable ceiling. "There!" She points to a narrow side passage, barely visible in the gloom. "It looks like it angles upwards. If we can reach it before this whole place gives way..." Her words trail off as another rumble shakes the stone around them. Varrika moves first, her powerful dwarf's body providing leverage as she hauls herself toward the side passage. "After me," she calls back, her voice barely audible over the roar of the water.