The Dromadil map had us off on branches from the shaft. They turn back on themselves on a slow turn to a lower level before broadening out to a rather large thoroughfare. Empty shops lined the way.
They had me curious but nothing caused me to stop and look closer. Dunfallon of course lagged behind occasionally but never dropped from view.
Noralei seemed the more anxious one. She was way out front and frequently motioned for us to keep up with her.
She is eager to check out the red glow we spotted on the first day we arrived at the crater.
Once back at the shaft we took the descending path that follows the shaft perimeter.
At the entrance to another offshoot lower down we heard a rhythmic beating coming from within. Noralei, in the lead, took one look and hurried us back to the shaft upon the realization that iron ore was everywhere within.
We retreated back up a level to regroup. Noralei is sure that many forges were hard at work on that branch. But what was particularly disturbing was the fact that no hands nor any visible agency wielded the hammers and tongs that sang away on the anvils.