Book 4: Chapter 20: Balin - A Year in Cascadia (1)
Month 1
Team Brightstar slowly trudged their way down the lane in Formation Four, their shields at the ready and performing leopard checks every few seconds.
“Y’know, I think I prefer this to Whitehall, but it is a bit disconcerting.” Flowerpott complained, pointing at the odd black stone beneath their feet. “This is a road, right? In a dungeon??”
“Focus.” Starshine chided, but Balin could tell she agreed.
Because it clearly was a road, made with a mixture of tiny pebbles and some black substance that held it together and kept it flat. It was certainly nice to walk on, though Balin suspected it wouldn’t hold up to heavy carriage traffic. It certainly couldn’t beat reliable old dwarven flagstone work, but it would probably be quicker to make if they could figure out how to replicate it.
Not that dwarves cared about ‘quick’.
“Movement North East. Down in the trellises,” Raysdotter whispered, pointing down to their right.
“I see it on the glassflies,” Flowerpott added a moment later. “It’s small, but it’s standing on a mound, so there may be more.”
“Bah. Keep an eye on your feet everyone.” Starshine muttered. “And take Ironshell precautions.”