To say the dwarven city had been abandoned with haste was an understatement. The gates of the citadel were open ajar and a great deal of snow had poured in, filling half the tunnel that led to the main city. The company advanced inside at the crack of dawn, but it made little difference as darkness reigned within it still. A line of torches and tired men slowly trudged forward. None of the group had dared return to the previous campsite and check it, they knew survivors would not exist... Torstein had told them as much.
Bracus and his remaining men were the ones who took point again, ritually stopping every few paces to check for traps, the integrity of the tunnel or simply to marvel at the city of their long lost city. But to their surprise and sadness, when the company finally reached t
