The well-lit passageway extended sixty feet forward and ended. At fifty feet there was a passage to the right and at thirty feet a passage to the left. She heard thrashing behind her. Howls and growls typical of frenzied troglodytes came from the passage to the right at the end of the corridor.
“No reason to go that way!” she thought.
She moved largely on survival instinct, clutched the well-made sword in her right hand, and held the wand in the left. She ran around the corner. A passage extended forward for sixty feet. There were barred doors on both sides of the passage at thirty feet and at faintly lit opening at the end. Was she going to be fortunate enough to have a brightly lit moon to help her escape? She took a deep breath and ran down the hall.
She hazarded a glance into the two cells as she ran by. The large cell on the left was empty. The cell on the right contained a large number of troglodytes. Their chorus of howling voices and unmistakable stench suggested dozens. The howls obscured any sound behind her.
The elf ran from the prison onto a long stairwell, which dropped about fifty paces and ended on a large stone open area. There was neither moon nor sky! She was in an enormous cavern. Its ceiling was hundreds of feet above and illuminated. The light was equivalent to early dawn or twilight in Donothor. She heard the unmistakable sound of gently breaking waves. About a hundred paces beyond the end of the stairs was a huge sea with dark murky waters. Along the edge of the sea she could see a city that rivaled Lyndyn and Hillesdale in its dimensions. The prison was cut out of the walls of the cavern and a path twenty feet wide extended around the seashore and curved toward the great city.
Ravenna had seen a tapestry in the chamber of their opponents in the dungeons of Red Mountain that had depicted the underworld sea and the great city.
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