Elta would find nothing other than the same darkness and stone room she was in, her morning star highlighted with the sunbeam that seemed to come from nowhere. When she stepped near enough to grab the weapon, she would suddenly find several white eyes that barely glimmered in the dark, about a dozen pairs of them, accompanied by feral growls that sounded as though they came from something quite vicious, though not in the greatest health. When they stepped from the darkness, she could see their short, bloated bodies, open sores oozing with some kind of green, festered pus and a mixture of phlegm and saliva hanging from their hungry maws. They were barely able to lumber towards her, but in no time, she was surrounded by them, all no more than ten feet away.<br/><br/>Hearing the grumbling of the small crowd of manes down below, Gajol ran to the door that Elta had fallen through and said angrily, "Special indeed!" She then turned to  Mirnea and said in a tone that suggested afterthought, "Perhaps your spell will be necessary after all. Should I call for you, please make use of it. Am I understood?" and then held onto the rope, leaving her sword up above and sliding down. When she reached the bottom, she found that she was about ten feet from the floor below; far too much for any human, save a monk or ninja, to reach in a single leap, and she had doubts that Elta would be able to do so. Hanging on the rope, she called out, "Elta! If you can fight through the creatures, come to the hole! I can take you up!" At that, she held onto the very end of the rope with her hands, hanging down far enough to let her ankles be within reach when Elta was to make it to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>