Round 854

Merrin’s heart pounds in her chest as she helps Varikka to her feet, the halfling woman’s wiry strength barely enough to support the dwarf’s weight. The sound of rushing water fills her ears, a constant reminder of their precarious position above the underground river. "Can you walk?" she asks, her voice tight with concern. "We need to keep moving if we want to survive this." Varikka nods, gritting her teeth against the agony in her ankle. Merrin can see the determination in the dwarf’s eyes, but knows that every step will be pure torment. "Elric," she calls out, "get that door open. We need a way out of here before The Guardian breaks through."