Descending from the Crust after their training meant more oppressive heat, but the smoke had somewhat cleared. A spring - hot, of course, but good, clean mineral water - had provided Hadama the chance to wash the ash from his body and clear his lungs. He was still wringing water from his hair when a Gore Crow's delighted shriek cut through the wide-mouthed tunnel they had chosen. It sounded right next to them, but a quick look around showed that they were alone.
Hadama cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, turning sharply as a second call for Eyes! followed from a different direction - though this, too, lacked an obvious source. "Sound travels strangely in these tunnels," he observed slowly. "Which direction do you think they are in?"
The tunnel they had entered branched into three separate obsidian maws a short distance away, not counting the direction they had come from, where a ruddy light still filtered in faintly from the surface.
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Hadama cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, turning sharply as a second call for Eyes! followed from a different direction - though this, too, lacked an obvious source. "Sound travels strangely in these tunnels," he observed slowly. "Which direction do you think they are in?"
The tunnel they had entered branched into three separate obsidian maws a short distance away, not counting the direction they had come from, where a ruddy light still filtered in faintly from the surface.
