Day Two – Maybe 23rd of Frostfall?
It was an uneventful night. I took a turn guarding the camp after a couple of hours sleep, but other than the ceaseless noises of the ruins themselves, not a lot happened. We were all still weary, cold, and stiff, but we had to press on, so we packed up our things, had some food, then finally opened those golden doors to see what lay behind them.
An empty corridor! And it was quiet in there, too! We should have camped there instead! Grumbling all the way, we followed the corridor around into another room. A number pressure plates were dotted around on the floor, but we managed to get past them without finding out what they were connected to. One of the eyeless creatures wished us a good morning with his sword, but I wasn’t in the mood for him.
Through the next set of doors we went, and found huge, well-lit cavern. Some kind of gateway blocked access up a set of stairs ahead of us. It looked quite elaborate, and I wondered if perhaps the Elder Scroll was just on the other side of that gate. I longed to be outdoors again. I was starting to feel like I’d traded one cave for another.