around those items to a hearth, and as he began clearing the debris from it and scraping at the stone, that, too, seemed to bolster Bruenor's argument. For there was no mistaking the craftsmanship evident in the ancient fireplace. The bricks had been so tightly set that the passage of time had done little to diminish the integrity of the structure, and indeed it seemed as if, with a bit of cleaning, the companions could safely light a fire.
Drizzt, too, noted that hearth, and paid particular heed to the shallowness of the fireplace, and the funnel shape of the side walls, widening greatly into the room.
"The plaza's a forward post for the city," Bruenor announced as they began moving back out. "So I'm guessing that the city's opposite the tunnel we just came down."
"In the lead!" said Pwent, heading that way at once.
"Good guess on the door," Bruenor said to Cordio, and he patted the cleric on the shoulder before he and Torgar started off after the battlerager.
"It wasn't a guess," Drizzt said under his breath, so that only Regis could hear. And Cordio, for the dwarf glanced back at Drizzt - his expression seeming rather sour, Regis thought - then moved off after his king, muttering, "Wouldn't need pavers this far down."
Regis looked from him to Drizzt, his expression begging answers.
"It was a free-standing house, and not a reinforced cave dwelling," Drizzt explained.
Regis glanced around. "You think there are others, separating the exit tunnels?"
"Probably."
"And what does that mean? There were many free-standing houses in the bowels of Mirabar. Not so uncommon a thing in underground cities."
"True enough," Drizzt agreed. "Menzoberranzan is comprised of many similar structures."
"Cordio's expression spoke of some significance," the halfling remarked. "If this type of structure is to be expected, then why did he wear a frown?"
"Did you note the fireplace?" Drizzt asked.
"Dwarven," Regis replied.
"Perhaps."
"What's wrong?"
"The fireplace was not a cooking pit, primarily," Drizzt explained. "It was designed to throw heat into the room."
Regis shrugged, not understanding.
"We are far enough underground so that the temperature hardly varies," Drizzt informed him, and started off after the others.
Regis paused for just a moment, and glanced back at the revealed structure.
"Should we search this area more completely?" the halfling asked.
"Follow Bruenor," Drizzt replied. "We will have our answers soon enough."
They kept their questions unspoken as they hurried to join up with the four dwarves, which took some time, for the excited Bruenor led them down the tunnel at a hurried pace.
The tunnel widened considerably soon after, breaking into what seemed to be a series of parallel tracks of varying widths continuing in the same general direction. Bruenor moved without hesitation down the centermost of them, but they found it to be a moot choice anyway, since the tunnels interconnected at many junctures. What they soon discerned was that this wasn't so much a series of tunnels as a singular pathway, broken up by pillars, columns, and other structures.
At one such interval, they came upon a low entrance, capped diagonally by a structure that had obviously been made by skilled masons, for the bricks could still be seen, and they held fast despite the passage of centuries and the apparent collapse of the building, which had sent it crashing to the side into another wall.
"Could be a shaft, pitched for a fast descent," Bruenor remarked.
"It's a building that tipped," Cordio argued, and Bruenor snorted and waved his hand dismissively.
But Torgar, who had moved closer, said, "Aye, it is." He paused and looked up. "And one that fell a long way. Or slid."
"And how're ye knowin' that?" Bruenor asked, and there was no mistaking the hint of defiance. He was catching on, obviously, that things weren't unfolding the way he'd anticipated.
Torgar was already motioning them over, and began pointing out the closest corner of the structure, where the edge of the bricks had been rounded, but not by tools.
"We see this in Mirabar all the time," Torgar explained, running a fat thumb over the corner. "Wind wore it round. This place was under the sky, not under the rock."
"There's wind in some tunnels," said Bruenor. "Currents and such blowin' down strong from above."
Torgar remained unconvinced. "This building was up above," he said, shaking his head, "for years and years afore it fell under."
"Bah!" Bruenor snorted. "Ye're guessin'."
"Might be that Gauntlgrym had an aboveground market," Cordio interjected.
Drizzt looked at Regis and rolled his eyes, and as the dwarves moved off, the halfling grabbed Drizzt by the sleeve and held him back.