As we delve deeper and deeper into these twisting and winding passages that form the Earth’s bowels I find myself admiring the ingenuity and adventurous spirit of the Dwarven people.
I also finding myself awed by their insanity! This place is a maze of tunnels that all look alike. Were it not for my ancestors granting me the gift of flight, we would have surely died by now. Kilja almost took a dive into the hard ground below her when we were climbing back up our ropes. Good thing I was able to stop her before she hit the ground.
What do the dwarves do to avoid this? Is it just easier for them to dig down until they reach the floor? They are sturdy, but not study enough to constantly fall tens, if not hundreds of feet and keep going.
On top of the pitfalls of spelunking, why would they keep going after encountering such horrors as these morloks, and the troglodytes? They are both foul creatures, that I’m sure aren’t edible. The group of Morloks that we encountered seemed like feral men that would sooner bash our heads in than develop a culture.
We finally managed to get back to the encampment where our guide left us, but not after taking his share of our gains. We are going to head back into the depths once we’ve recouperated from the trials of the caverns so far.
Perhaps the dwarves of old and us are not so different. After all, we are going back in knowing full well that we have only scratched the surface of the evil we are sure to encounter…