Garek Enkdal - the City of Ten Thousand Blades
You follow the line that takes the chambers western exit, trudging alone behind the burned and subdued Drow down the dimly lit corridor.
You pass an opening to your right down which you can see a short flight of stone stairs descending to a pair of huge iron bound doors, before the corridor joins another, turning left then through an opening that once held a door but no longer.
Crossing the southern end of a chamber forty feet wide, you see it stretching over a hundred feet to the north, littered with the debris of what was probably once a grand dining room before it fell to wrack and ruin. Another body lies slumped here to one side.
The corridor twists and turns and branches as you pass through another opening on the opposite wall, but as each person follows the one in front, you pick your way without hesitation ignoring side chambers and passages as you turn north into another large room, bigger even than the last, if not by much.
You cross the chamber, heading towards the opposite corner, picking your way between two thirty feet wide shallow depressions to the exit, then up a short series of stone steps. At the top there is another corridor, with an alcove opposite the stairway in which stands a statue of a hooded figure, head lowered and face hidden, fashioned from some white stone with a powdery surface.
East now, and up yet more steps as the passage turns north, leading almost two hundred feet past more darkened rooms and side corridors from which further travellers emerge to join the line, most like those that took the northern way at the start of your journey.
At the end, the passage turns to the west and more stone steps leading down, then a final turn to the north and you enter what would be a forty foot square room, save for a chasm which runs almost diagonally across. The ceiling far above is rough rock with many uneven projections, though you note that the walls are smoothly carved in contrast to the stone blocks that you have seen thus far.
Across the chasm, leading to a ledge on the far side is a stone bridge, obviously fashioned much later and much more crudely, with more effort going into the function than the form.
The bridge proves as sturdy as it seemed, as the swollen line progresses slowly across it, following the now rough stone wall on the far side of the chasm to the south west, as it enters a tunnel that grows dimmer and, as you continue to follow along it, more and more endless ...