Venturing deep into the Drybell mines, The Tempests did their best to be quiet and stealthy. Brick broke a ladder and was saved from plummeting down by the quick thinking of Kasumi using a “Feather Fall” spell. After a few other close calls, and some terrible rolls by the DM, they followed the ever growing swaths of mushrooms deeper into the mines. Rounding a corner, they encountered a section where there was nowhere to place your foot without stepping on some kind of fungi. Vanera cleverly cast a “Daylight” spell, causing the mushrooms littering the floor to shrivel up and clear a path for the party to advance. As the Tempests hurried forward, four of the larger mushrooms stood up, seemingly unphased by the daylight; Two in front and two in back. After a short skirmish with this new kind of Molder creature, the Tempests continued a bit more cautiously and finally found the cave-in that led to the buried city ruins. As they all gathered around the cave-in, a voice echoed within their minds. Multiple voices speaking a multitude of languages, all of them supposedly pleading for help.