There's Nothing Much Down There

Vanilla had been prepared for this; it wasn’t called the Undercity for nothing. She took the long rope from her bag, and tied it to a column. With a slight gulp of fear and hesitation, she edged it towards the hole in the ground.

She took one of the three elven flares she’d been given from her bag. With her heart racing, she blew one end of it, and it lit up a dull blue, showing the thousands of runes all over the walls of the room she was standing in.

She closed her eyes, then dropped it down the hole, hoping that the tales of deadly guardians were untrue.

She looked down as the flare hit the ground some fifty feet below. It lit up the room with a bright glow, but there didn’t seem to be any treasures down there. Perhaps it was just the entrance to the city; it must have been a huge place after all. There was no treasure, there didn’t seem to be any danger either though.

It was time to climb down and take a look for herself.