Round 471

The stone beneath their feet trembles ominously once more, sending fresh waves through the already turbulent floodwater that now swirls around Varikka's thick thighs in a way that makes her groan with frustration rather than fear. She shifts her weight, wincing as pain shoots up from her sprained ankle—a sharp reminder of their earlier misadventure. "Well?" she demands, voice echoing slightly off the stone walls. "What's down there? Another dead end or something useful for once?"

Merrin squints into the darknes...