The great burrow of the Dromadil pixies of yore is magnificent- even though abandoned for eons. Dunfallon explored everywhere with our two Dromadil guides long past the time he should have been resting.
We shall be leaving behind these guides as we press deeper into the earth. They will report back to their king about its suitability for habitation again.
I find I can admire the workmanship of these structures, but confess the depression that comes with a life in the shadows and at times outright darkness.
We had little to light our way besides my pendants until a surprise gift through Noralei from Merlin – the cage that lights up because it contains our “old friend” the Will’o’the Wisp.
He shines brighter than I remember in this place and is more sullen.
He has said nary a word.