After an hour he was disoriented. The place was bigger than he ever realized. Tunnels and chambers branched off into myriad vaults and galleries until he felt he was in a maze not a sewer system. Despite his night vision there was so little light in some areas, he was stumbling over huge insects and giant slugs. Outsized frogs croaked angrily and an immense centipede hissed at him warningly. A large bat hovered nearby showing its fangs before deciding he was too well armed to be a tasty meal
He passed crypts and coffins. And he was lost. Too late, he remembered Whats’er Name saying there were places in the Down Below a wise person did not venture into without several well-armed friends. She had mentioned ‘Vermin’s Snye’ and ‘Crypt of Betrayal’ but had not been more specific.
He wondered what else was down there. What other dangers lurked?
As if fate was playing a cruel trick on him, his fears were substantiated by the realization that there was someone ahead of him. Not a large toad or a giant snake. Some creature. On two legs. He held his bo staff at the ready but it was near useless in those close confines. He peered at the thing as it stood there in near blackness, eyes shining as it studied Falco. He recognized the canine ears of a Gnoll and he almost shit himself.