Our intrepid party entered the dungeon. Jarsala, the Wood-elf warrior, took the lead. She held her longbow at the ready, her keen eyes easily piercing the darkness. Following close behind were her companions; Klk, a bird-like Aarakocra and student of lethal martial arts; Azeria, a shape-shifting Changeling and agent of the Count who had sent them on this quest; Bildorf, a man with great skills of magical and mechanical artifice, and Ser Dunstan, a Paladin sworn to the druids of the Oaken Circle. As they descended slime-slick stairs, they all strained their senses for the slightest hint of danger. The Shrine of Anaximander was built by a famously cunning Wizard, and was infamous for the cunning traps it housed. Yet it was likely from this ancient prison that their common foe, Sithidis the Conqueror Worm had escaped. If any evidence remained that would help them against their adversary, they would find it. A faint glow lit the chamber at the bottom of the stairway, and the companio