The crack of the ceiling above warns the Delvers that they cannot take too long to get themselves together before things more dangerous than cum will cover them.  With quick, panicked, scampering steps, the kobolds begin to run through the tunnels, pausing and looking over their shoulders to ensure that the Delvers are keeping up.  They go along paths, pausing and chattering for a second or two when they come to recent collapses before charging forward once again.<br/><br/>The path taken upward is different from that taken downward, the way back having fallen in, but soon the deep tunnels of the sunken fortress begin to give way to the city that had been built above.  Still upward, the sun blocked out and mere torches to light, the kobolds lead several spaces requiring the Delvers to crawl on all four or squeeze between tight rock faces.  For the first hour, the cracking, collapsing, shattering sounds of rock can be heard behind plumes of dust bursting up behind the women as they go.  The kobolds pause, covering their heads when these plumes explode upward.  After the first hour, it is more peaceful, if no less rigorous.<br/><br/>Finally a crack of light begins to show ahead and a clanking sound can be heard above, lighting tapping out a beat.  The two kobolds come quickly to the bottom of the rope ladder there and offer wide, hopeful smiles, "We good now?  We got out safe?"<br/><br/>At this point, a third kobold head pops it's way down to block the light above.  His eyes widen and he quickly disappears, only to throw a bag down the pit.  "Here your bag glad you got out safe good luck good day time!" comes a quick, scattered yelping from above as he clearly is turning and running from the hole.  Phelypsis's bag lands with a clank at the bottom of the hole as the two kobolds turn to start making their way up the ladder, likely just trying to get away at this point<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, is there anything else you want from these pathetic kobolds or is it just time to go home?</strong>