Fortress Naamoth
Poca jumped down to move on down below. Poca's little fire would serve as a torch, then she told the Orc her name, and asked his name. They both overheard another rumbling crash, followed by shaking.
“I'm Gulzod, and I don't know this place perfectly, but I escaped the prison a few times before, just didn't leave the castle. I've been imprisoned here for quite a while, and this castle belongs to my ancestor, so I must instinctively know how it is! And you're a pyromancer, your little flame will help us look around. Should be easy. I can't fail this time, now that the elves are preoccupied with fighting whatever beasts are outside. Ha!” the Orc replied.
They walked on, sometimes overhearing crashing and feeling the castle shake. Poca's handheld flame provided enough light to see, and the Orc seemed to find his way, the two sometimes passing a few rats. The aqueducts sometimes had multiple paths, but eventually, the Orc stopped and looked up where some light shone down through a grill.
“This must be the armoury, I bet. I'll need to climb up and open it.” Gulzod remarked, spreading his arms and legs to press them against the walls which were rather close together, and he began climbing upwards.
Eventually, Gulzod stopped, as the sounds of fighting above sounded, followed by shouting and demonic shrieking. Regardless, he jumped up as best he could from where his feet pressed against the walls, and grabbed onto the grill, twisting his body side to side, until he started unscrewing the grill with his body movement. Once the grill was unscrewed, he pushed his hands underneath the sides of it, fingers clasping the flooring, and he lifted himself, using his head to push the grill out of the way. He quickly picked himself up.
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