> Put a hand on our knife, just in case.
> Float on over into the tunnel.
>You put your hand on your knife, just in case some measure of shanking is required in the near future, and float into the tunnel.
>This tunnel is about fifteen feet wide, and the ceiling a bit less than half that height. The floor slopes erratically downward, sometimes leveling our or making brief tilts upward. Loose stones of all sizes cover a significant potions of the floor, piled at the foot of the slopes and forming a treacherous carpet for anyone trying to walk across it. The ceiling seems fairly sturdy, but you wouldn't want to hit it too hard, lest more rocks rain on you. But as far as you know, no more stone has ever fallen from it. Obvious exists are west and east.
>Some ways ahead, you can see two rather large faeries in green and white dresses digging through the stone. One wears a bonnet, while the other has a mob cap; you think you can make out a set of canine ears on the latter's hat.
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