Round 500

Merrin's fingers find purchase on the slick stone just in time to avoid a plunge into the churning waters below. "Shit!" she hisses, her heart pounding as she scrambles up behind Varrika. "What the hell was that?" The dwarf woman hauls herself onto a precarious ledge with a pained grunt, her injured ankle screaming in protest. "The ceiling gave way," Varrika growls through clenched teeth. "We need to move. Now." She extends a hand down to Merrin, her face set in a grimace of pain and determination. "Unless you'd rather take your chances with the rising tide?"