With a path charted, the Delvers begin their descent into the tree. It isn't long as they begin downward that Valderina can confirm their direction, a handprint of thick nectar-dampened fingers on the wall. With each step that the Delvers take, the strangeness of following an orc deeper and deeper into an Elven tree seems strange. Small posted locations with elven text imply that only members of a certain caste can pass further and appear to have broken down signs of guards posts, even huge shattered shields that are busted at various choke points where the path gets thinner. More footsteps, more mud, the movement down here becomes squishier and less pleasant.<br/><br/>As the path continues down, the Delvers begin to hear loud voices shouting and growling in orcish. A faint light begins to reflect off the walls of the tunnel and it becomes clear that they are soon to come upon the first location on their trek down where any sort of population remains.  It's difficult to tell, at first, that the voices they hear aren't right around the corner, the wood and the dirt around it making sound strange to judge, but it soon becomes obvious as the voices continue to get louder and the sound of music can soon be heard. Here, deeper beneath the ground, the runes and symbols of the elves begin to be replaced with strange symbols, oddities that twist the mind simply to look at, as well as orcish voices.<br/><br/>When finally the Delvers come to the Seer's chambers, they find what all of the noise has been about. The wide, circular chamber is set with stone floors that echo the noises within, both the playing of instruments by three elves huddled in a corner and more importantly amplifying the sounds of grunting orcs.  Thin sheets hanging at various points around the room once would have hidden the raised dias of the elven seer, but now they are ripped or discarded. Hanging from chains around her wrists and ankles in the middle of the room is an elf woman, her body lithe and pert with soft amber skin. Her body is bare of any clothing except for a cloth tied tightly around her eyes, clearly ceremonial in nature. In front and behind her are orcs, gathering around to one after the next. The elf is currently sucking furiously on the dick in front of her while being pounded in the ass from behind, gasping and moaning as everything around her vibrates with magic clearly eminating from her.  The place is a madhouse, orcs clearly unaware of the Delvers coming in, their eyes also shaded and cloudy as they crowd around the fallen seer.<br/><br/>The exit down to the prisons below the Seer's chambers are through the crowd, there are easily two dozen orcs drinking, cheering, singing, and waiting for their turn between the Delvers and the way down.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>