They found themselves inside a two foot high and two foot across hole, the dirt worn floor of the small passage was smooth from the plodding of many feet.
Circe: What kind of feet?
DM: You’re not sure. They’re small as a halfling’s, but long and narrow with three toes.
Except for the halfling who only had to crouch, they had to crawl on all fours through the twists and turns as the tunnel wound through the earth. The passage smelled of stagnant water and the odor of wet dog grew stronger as they approached the end.
There was torchlight up ahead. Calling for quiet, the halfling made out sounds that echoed down the passage that mimicked yapping dogs. . . [ »»»]