The trail angled downwards and she could smell the mold, the walls here and there showing dampness and some mushrooms here and there, as well as a few bugs skittering to cracks in the walls and out of sight as she moved ahead with the torch. The sound of combat came closer with her every step, though the blasts had ceased, the fighting the occasional cling of metal, and then finally, a guttural groan and a sound of metal hitting the stone floor.<br/><br/>Looking past a corner, she could see a small cliffside, from which she could see down about 20 feet drop to a large cavernous room. Stone steps in the side lead down, with miners gear scattered on the floor partially rotten and rusted. There as a group of three grey-skinned elves, one woman and two men, standing over a gathering of at least twenty dead goblins, and two dead dark-elves, a man and a woman by the looks of it.<br/><br/>The woman was speaking angrily to the men while seated down on a corpse. The drow looked like they had been battered and bruised, one of the men tying bandages around the woman's thigh, while the other drow man was looking around in the relative darkness. There was a large cave-bear at the bottom of the mine-floor, a crack opening to a large tunnel to darkness further off at the other side, though the sides showed alcoves where mineral ore must have been chopped out earlier, but in this area, Joli was greeted by sight of such blue ore in the walls giving a shine as she had seen in ingots a bit earlier. Speaking of which, the dark elf woman held a long whip in her hand, but the headband she wore gave a similar blue shine in the air around her.