The meal was a rejuvenating pause for her to take. Rations might not be particularily tasty as such, but they did help stave off hunger that could be another nasty killer in the caverns. The little bit of play that followed her meal had her voice echo in the chamber's walls a little, but the running water should have hid parts of it at least, and it had hid the cart's journey to the chamber until they had been in sight of the goblins there. Still, she was clean and on her own once again, the wounded goblin long gone by then.<br/><br/>Her trip over the small rope-bridge over the stream to return to the main chamber before didn't take Joli that long, the creaking wood over the waters was still a bit unnerving thing to cross but it didn't stop her, and it was likely a lot safer to cross a rope-bridge over the water than over a deep chasm at goblin-infested grounds.<br/><br/>Moving back to the main chamber was a lot faster on the way back, as she didn't have to push a heavy cart in front of her all the way. The middle passage was dark, but easily recognisable with the sound of bats in the distance. Some ruffling went on as she set forth. The roof was well above her head, she could have carried a halfling on her shoulders and not have bumped her head to the roof either, though another elf might have made some noise. The passage widened a little, starting wide enough for one to walk comfortably but soon fitting two, and then three, as the passage's walls showed roughly hewn stone in them, the passage reinforced with some support beams. There was a bit of water drippling from the roof at a few spots, with some fungus growing here and there.<br/><br/>The passage had some small side passages reaching towards the side eventually, roughly wide enough to let one person move at relative ease. Three of the eight side passages still showed some alcoves that had been mined out, but none of them went that far to the sides. The main path seemed to draw on for a fair while, with more dampness present and moss grown here and there. Something squeaked like a rat in the dark, running off at the edge of the light of her torch, fleeing her to the distance.<br/><br/>The passage widened to a slope downwards, support beams set here and there, but the small slope only continued down a few dozen feet, then leveling out once more. There seemed to be a bit of light at the bottom of the slope in a small cavernous room. Tables set about, with tools like hammers and chisels, it seemed the place had seem some work in the past. The old wooden tables were still there, although the shelves looked mostly empty above them. A somewhat-rotten door rested on the wall towards the orc-side, on the right-side of the room, while the passage ahead ended up in a pit, with simple ladder attached to the wall there, a set of ropes hanging off rusty pulleys, the hemp looking long gone, the rope scratched nearly through at some points. There was a lot of squeaking noise going around and about though.