Arathorn removed all his weapons and set them on the ground. If they rusted, they'd be useless. Ripping a piece of his tunic, Arathorn started removing the water from his sword. "Well, It's safe to say there's no exit." Elrohir siad, as he too was cleaning his weapons. "Wait a minute, remember those orcs that fell into the canal?" Hanindur said, looking around the room. "You're right! I don't see them anywhere! They must have escaped!" Elladan said, looking down at the water. "Someone check" Owacyn said, looking for a volunteer. "I got all of you into this, I'll get you out!" Arathorn said, jumping into the water. Under the water, Arathorn could see nothing but a stone bottom. All along the edge was stone. There were no cracks. "Where are they?" Arathorn thought to himself, checking the water. Then, swimming deeper, Arathorn felt two bodies. Orc bodies.
Emerging from the water, Arathorn looked at everyone with a meloncholly face. "The orcs are dead. They must have stolen treasure, as they sunk to the bottom." "Then there is no way?" Paladir said. "No, there's a way. Not a safe way, but a way. There's a purpass for this room. There must be. A giant circular room with a water source. If there's no grate for the water to exit, something must be taking it. It's not diffusion, as the rock bottom is hard. There is some secret to this place, but what it is, I do not know. Something tells me we're not alone here. Tread carefully men. I have a feeling our fighting days aren't over. "
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