Fraevon hushed the group as they discussed passionately, in some minds, the hasty actions of the mage.
“Do you hear that?” he asked, straining his ear to the new opening in the rock face.
A soft delicate groan preceeded the falling of a few small pebbles from higher up.
“That’s nothing to worry about,” said Rohlen dismissively, returning to defending his previous actions.
Tumbor fell silent from his own arguing, and slow walked into the doorway looking at, and feeling the rock as he did so.
“It is going to collapse,” he muttered as once again the mountain groaned sending larger rocks crashing to the floor. “It’s going to collapse!” he repeated himself much louder.
“Everyone into the tunnel!” shouted Jax.
“I don’t think so,” replied Melvin. “What makes you think we’ll be safe in there?”
“Dwarves built those tunnels. That’s reason enough.” Jax ran to join the others. “Or stay and avoid the avalanche.”
Much larger boulders began tumbling from upon high, and the groans were becoming more frequent as well as distinctly louder. Melvin sighed and joined the others as they navigated their way into the darkness.