As the night fell over the world, the bandits bantered and argued over the fires they had made to keep warm over who got the largest ration of food for the night. The campfire on the lower ground has three bandits arguing over mead, they were too loud to hear Goblin sneak right by. He stuck the left, hiding behind an overgrown stump and moved right past a full grown tree. He moves as slowly as possible not to make any sounds as he took the risk of slipping through the secondary gates that are in full view of the angry bandits. Luckily they decided a fistfight would solve their problems so he sneaked right by. He made his way up the stone stairs, and begun stepping onto the poorly built wooden stairs that connect to even poorer made wooden rafters to scale the structure, for the original stone stairs have long been destroyed. "It's a good thing it's windy tonight, they'll mistake any creaks for just being the wind." Goblin whispered to himself. He creeped up and across several rafters and dome shaped ceilings before stopping and seeing the bandit fast asleep in a tent before him. The only way past is directly past him for the platform he was on is very narrow. He held his breath and creeped past, his own mind scared the piss out of him at the thought of the bandit waking up and catching him. He made his way past and begun climbing a larger wooden ramp to a very large dome roof connected by another wooden ramp that leads to an overhang with a dwarven door. As Goblin stands on the dome the wind suddenly picks up and makes the last rafter look like a death trap. Not only that but the used to be asleep bandit directly in front of him is waking up. He makes a mad dash almost slipping, and closes the metal door behind him. He slowly walks into a large room, it's in ruins, with dead bandits and deactivated Dwarven spheres around them. "This looks like an old meeting room of some kind." he says to himself walking down and then up some stairs. This faint whisper lingers in his mind as he approaches a hallway on the right. He passes a small basin of water made of stone as he makes his way through a hallway that ends in front of a long collection of water. The whispering gets louder and louder. He makes his way around the room, trying to find the source of the whispering. It's screaming in his head, echoing, he lashes out on the water, throwing a stone into it as hard as he can. "SHUT UP!!!!"It bounces off the shallow floor and hits the wall opposite of the hallway entrance above the bench and a sound occurs. "That's a fake wall....."