Round 369

Merrin's eyes dart frantically across the crumbling walls, searching for any sign of stability. "We need to move!" she shouts over the roar of rushing water. The stone underfoot shifts ominously with each passing second. She spots a narrow side passage, barely visible in the flickering torchlight. "There! It looks like it angles upwards. If we can reach it before this whole place gives way..." Her voice trails off as another rumble shakes the tunnel around them. Varrika nods grimly and moves first, her powerful dwarf's body providing leverage as she hauls herself toward the precarious escape route. "After me," she calls back, her voice barely audible over the din.*