The party advanced slowly through the darkness as the elven archer at the front kept stopping to peer down the next corridor.  It seemed they couldn't go more than a few steps before the cave wound again, and each time, it kept going down and down, further into the earth.  The smell within the cavern was getting worse, as well.  Feces, urine, the stench of putrid body odor, all of it kept getting worse the deeper they roamed.  After several minutes of venturing, they finally came to a fork, one leading upward, the other leading down.  With her ears alert, the elf could hear voices coming from the downward corridor.  "Looks like someone's this way..." she whispered back.