Go back to the path
From Create Your Own Story
Whatever secrets this city had, they are lost in the mists of time. You retrace your steps back to the line of a street, wide enough to run three carts abreast. The path crosses over a low, broken wall, and then rises sharply uphill through a pass. After a while, you see a cave-mouth. There is a faint whistling sound. The wind, perhaps?
Do you:
