The gates of Ratris City had fallen behind Lynch and his party; they had now set foot on the path out of the Underdark. Although the environment here was still shrouded in darkness, the flickering light from the torches they held in their hands cast some illumination. The echoes of dripping water spread across this cavern world, accompanied by a cold wind through the passage, enveloping the frail bodies of all travelers.
However, Lynch and the rest felt relieved—at least here there were no towering spires and cold walls, no dark-skinned drow wielding whips nearby, nor any strangers's malevolent gaze and prying. Now, apart from the harsh natural conditions, nothing else added to their burden.
For this group, however, the natural environment itself was not much of an obstacle.
