Zaryn grabbed the notebook from the dragoness' claws and gave her a salute. "I'll do my best!" He looked around the room, grabbed a torch from the wall and lit it with the flint and steel he had in his traveler's pack. Zaryn ducked into the decrepit hallway and slowly made his way down, scanning the walls, ceiling, and floor for any signs of trap. As he made his way, it felt as though the hall was getting smaller and smaller; the walls were crumbled, the floor was uneven, and and the ceiling had caved in at parts. Finally, Zaryn came across the stairs. He peered down into the depths of the chamber below. With his torch, he could only see a few feet in front of him before the darkness swallowed everything. He sighed and gingerly made his way down the crumbling staircase. The bottom of the stairs opened up into a large, circular chamber which contained seven symbols: one on the floor and six on the wall, just as Ally had described.
"Well, time to get to drawing," Zaryn said to himself as he set the torch on the ground by the large symbol and flipped open the notebook. He did the best he could to replicate all of the details in each symbol, but whether or not it was sufficient enough, he couldn't tell. Upon completing the last sketch he examined his work once more, retrieved the torch and made for the stairs, crossing over the large carving in the ground.
-Thunk! Hisss!- Zaryn spun around. A hulking corpse with glowing blue eyes stumbled out of a trap door on the far end of the cavern. -Thunk! Hisss!- -Thunk! Hisss!- A second appeared to his left followed by a third to his right. They were all brandishing rusty weapons and were clad in aged armor. In one swift motion, Zaryn place the torch and notebook by his feet and drew his two scimitars. He dove behind the first corpse as it swung its rusty sword at Zaryn. One well-aimed slash across its spinal column sent it crumbling to the ground. Zaryn spun around and grabbed the second corpse, using it a shield to block the swinging ax of the third's. The second corpse fell heavily to ground as the ax made contact with its skull. It only took a second for the third to swing its ax at Zaryn, making contact with his arm as he attempted to dodge it. Zaryn clutched his wound as blood trickled down his arm. He lunged forward, slicing the neck of the third corpse.
Zaryn cursed under his breath as he scooped up his belongings and made his way back to the dragoness.
"I got your sketched right here, sweetheart," he said, as he exited the hall. He gave her a cheeky smile a small wink as he handed over the book. It had a few drops of blood on it, but was otherwise clean.
