Tathyln nods and leads you on, carefully checking the stability of the ledge. Above and below you, more passages have been carved into the walls as well, with slender bridges reach across the chasm to connect the two sides. They do not look like what you would expect of dwarven craftsmenship, more like stone formed with the help of magic. Your path has not been used for ages, as small debris litters the ground. From below, the odd stalagmite reaches out of the darkness, none of you can spot the bottom though.
Every now and then, a magical torch marks an entrance to a tunnel, you bypass a few, all seem long neglected, the magic of the torches very old. Some 50 metres from the bridge and the better-lit tunnel entrance, Tathlyn brings the group to a halt. He looks invitingly at Sheiriya.