Pack it up and move it out," Bruenor grumbled, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He snatched up his axe, wrapping his hand around the handle just under the well-worn head. He prodded the hard ground with it as if it were a walking stick as he moved away from the group.
Thibble dorf Pwent, wearing much of his lunch in his beard and on his armor, hopped up right behind, eager to be on his way, and Cordio and Torgar similarly rose to Bruenor's call, though with less enthusiasm, even with a wary glance to each other.
Regis just gave a sigh and looked down at the remainder of his meal, a slab of cold beef wrapped with flattened bread, and with a bowl of thick gravy and a biscuit on the side.
"Always in a hurry," the halfling said to Drizzt, who helped him rewrap the remaining food.
"Bruenor is nervous," said Drizzt, "and anxious."
"Because he fears more monsters?"
"Because these tunnels are not to his expectations or to his liking," the drow explained, and Regis nodded at the revelation.
They had come into the hole expecting to find a tunnel to the dwarven city of Gauntlgrym, and at first, after their encounter with the strange beasts, things had seemed pretty much as they had anticipated, including a sloping tunnel with a worked wall. The other side seemed more natural stone and dirt, as were the ceiling and floor, but that one wall had left no doubt that it was more than a natural cave, and the craftsmanship evident in the fitted stones made Bruenor and the other dwarves believe that it was indeed the work of their ancestors.
But that tunnel hadn't held its promise or its course, and though they were deeper underground, and though they still found fragments of old construction, the trail seemed to be growing cold.
Drizzt and Regis moved quickly to close the distance to the others. With the monsters about, appearing suddenly from the shadows as if from nowhere, the group didn't dare separate. That presented a dilemma a hundred feet along, when Bruenor led them all into a small chamber they quickly recognized to be a hub, with no fewer than six tunnels branching out from it.
"Well, there ye be!" Bruenor cried, hefting his axe and punching it into the air triumphantly. "Ain't no river or burrowing beast made this plaza."
Looking around, it was hard for Drizzt to disagree, for other than one side, where dirt had collapsed into the place, the chamber seemed perfectly circular, and the tunnels too equidistant for it to be a random design.
Torgar fell to his knees and began digging at the hard-packed dirt, and his progress multiplied many times over when Pwent dropped down beside him and put his spiked gauntlets to work. In a few moments, the battlerager scraped stone, and as he worked his way out to the sides, it became apparent that the stone was flat.
"A paver!" Torgar announced.
"Gauntlgrym," Bruenor said to Drizzt and Regis with an exaggerated wink. "Never doubt an old dwarf."
"Another one!" Pwent announced.
"Sure'n the whole place is full o' them," said Bruenor. "It's a trading hub for caravans, or I'm a bearded gnome. Yerself's knowing that," he said to Torgar, and the Mirabarran dwarf nodded.
Drizzt looked past the three dwarves to the fourth, Cordio, who had moved to the wall between a pair of the tunnels and was scraping at the wall. The dwarf nodded as his knife sank in deeper along a crease in the stone behind the accumulated dirt and mud, revealing a vertical line.
"What do ye know?" Bruenor asked, leading Torgar and Thibbledorf over to the cleric.
A moment later, as Cordio broke away a larger piece of the covering grime, it became apparent to all that the cleric had found a door. After a few moments, they managed to clear it completely, and to their delight they were able to pry it open, revealing a single-roomed structure behind it. Part of the back left corner had collapsed, taking a series of shelves down with it, but other than that, the place seemed frozen in time.
"Dwarven," Bruenor was saying as Drizzt moved to the threshold.
The dwarf stood off to the side of the small door, examining a rack holding a few ancient metal artifacts. They were tools or weapons, obviously, and Bruenor upended one to examine its head, which could have been the remnants of a pole arm, or even a hoe, perhaps.
"Might be dwarven," Torgar agreed, examining the shorter-handled item beside the one Bruenor had lifted, one showing the clear remains of a spade. "Too old to know for sure."
"Dwarven," Bruenor insisted. He turned and let his gaze encompass the whole of the small house. "All the place is dwarven."
The others nodded, more because they couldn't disprove the theory than because they had reached the same conclusions. The remnants of a table and a pair of chairs might well have been dwarf-made, and seemed about the right size for the bearded folk. Cordio moved around those items to a hearth, and as he began clearing the debris from it and scraping at the stone, that, too, seemed to bolster Bruenor's argument. For there was no mistaking the craftsmanship evident in the ancient fireplace. The bricks had been so tightly set that the passage of time had done little to diminish the integrity of the structure, and indeed it seemed as if, with a bit of cleaning, the companions could safely light a fire.
Drizzt, too, noted that hearth, and paid particular heed to the shallowness of the fireplace, and the funnel shape of the side walls, widening greatly into the room.
"The plaza's a forward post for the city," Bruenor announced as they began moving back out. "So I'm guessing that the city's opposite the tunnel we just came down."
"In the lead!" said Pwent, heading that way at once.
"Good guess on the door," Bruenor said to Cordio, and he patted the cleric on the shoulder before he and Torgar started off after the battlerager.
"It wasn't a guess," Drizzt said under his breath, so that only Regis could hear. And Cordio, for the dwarf glanced back at Drizzt - his expression seeming rather sour, Regis thought - then moved off after his king, muttering, "Wouldn't need pavers this far down."
Regis looked from him to Drizzt, his expression begging answers.
"It was a free-standing house, and not a reinforced cave dwelling," Drizzt explained.
Regis glanced around. "You think there are others, separating the exit tunnels?"
"Probably."
"And what does that mean? There were many free-standing houses in the bowels of Mirabar. Not so uncommon a thing in underground cities."
"True enough," Drizzt agreed. "Menzoberranzan is comprised of many similar structures."