The corridors stretched on forever and it felt like they would never find their way back to where the paths split but Boradon was moving through the passages as though he had run them all his life. Finally they heard the sounds of many feet and quiet voices and grunts up ahead. After turning a final blind corner the tunnel suddenly opened into a cavernous space filled with the dust of a recent battle and the occasional sound of the wounded, mixed with the shuffle of feet that added to the feeling of dread that permeated the new arrivals. The bodies of both orc and warrior were scattered across the floor. Many had fallen, and many of those had the mark of the West Guard. Raeith took a moment to get her bearings; she was familiar with this area having fought here before. There were only two ways in, the one she entered and the one across the space and off centered toward the left. There would be an outcropping of rock to her right that had a gentle slope that would allow her to reach the top, offering a view of the whole space. It was this path she headed for. Brenidth would be here, she felt him, but he was not alone.