Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels

Around him the earth shifted and Úlfr was sent tumbling into the tunnels below. Deftly he managed to land on his feet but now he was separated from the group he'd been digging with stuck in the dark and deep. Well, he was here now… glancing back he saw the dark eyes of his ravens, glinting in the dim light. Was this something the gods wished him to do? He had to admit the thrill, the danger, was enticing. He'd spent much of his time hunting in Hemlock, doing the routine tasks to keep the pack well fed and apart from the recent battle against a bunch of yearlings he didn't feel like his warrior spirit had had much spark.

Slipping through the tunnels it grew darker and darker and Úlfr wished he had a bit of pitch and a stick to brighten the way. But even if he did it would've been lost in the fall. Up ahead he noted a thin shaft of life and the voices of others. He spied an older woman and a winged male. "Glad to see I'm not the only one fortune has cast down here."