Dodge Caravan

Continuing on deeper into the darkness our fearless group of heroes finds themselves upon a structure which can only be justified as a “tube” crossing through the passageway. It was different from all of the other passages and tunnels that they had crossed through, this tube appeared to be manmade. It’s shape and dimensions were much more symmetrical and thought-out.

“We are now in an ancient worm tube,” chimed Victran, the group’s Drow guide. “It is now used by merchants as a trade route.” Victran’s formal knowledge of the Underdark had so far proven helpful to the group along with his blades. Victran was quickly earning over the group’s trust. “It is now safe to use a light source.”

Deeper down the tube flickers of torchlight danced. For the first time they felt mildly at ease in the depths of the Underdark. 

“We are going to an area where merchants barter.” Said Victran in a calm tone.

A mile down, the torch-ensconced tube opened into a massive cavern large enough to hold Lord Tindross’ grounds twice over. The cavern was bowl shaped with a road traversing the rim. On the inside of the road a forest of stalagmites crept in all directions. Another road led down to the center of the cavern which was flat and well lit. Two dozen caravans had been set up in the center of the cavern. On the far side caravans were coming and going, being pulled by sturdy lizard-like creatures. From the distance it looked as if the population consisted of gnome-like creatures. Victran studied the scene intensely.

“I see Daro, Drugar, deep gnomes and two ogres.” Victran relayed.

Looking around Fox could sense figures in the stalagmites. Perhaps it was still not safe to speak out in the open.

“We should make our way down to the market,” Victran suggested, “our informant will be waiting.”
Fox disguised himself as a dark elf, knowing that most underground races, especially dark elves, do not like surface elves.

Approaching the market it was agreed that Dahktor Yang would wear the Helm of comprehension. 

“Game of chance?” a small disfigured gnome had popped out from behind a wagon wheel. “Perhaps a game of chance?” The limping creature smiled.

“No, we are not here for chance.” Dahktor replied.

The gnome’s smile faded into a sneer, it growled and returned to it’s spot behind the wheel.
Fox noticed a female between two wagons. She was short with large blue eyes the size of his fist. She was transfixed on the newcomers as they passed by.

“She is not here, we must go,” Victran led them through the market and up the opposite side of the cavern where they set up camp at the rim amid the stalagmites.

“I must go check the drop point,” informed Victran, “If a drow female comes to our camp you must leave!” His eyes narrowed. “If that happens we will meet up in 1 day.”

Still in Drow disguise, Fox left with Victran. The group waited and wondered, who is this Drow female?