A group of coursers stepped out into a large, lush cavern, curiously studying the change of scenery. Having just come out of a labyrinth of winding, narrow corridors that seemed like it would never end, most let out a relieved sigh. The walls were irregular and overgrown, roots and branches breaking through the stone slate trying to keep them at bay. A small pool of water stretched through the center of the chamber, with soft moss wrapping around the shore, almost calling the coursers to come and lay down on it for a while. A soft ticking could be heard from the furthest wall, barely noticeable over the echo of hooves hitting the stone tiles.

"Looks like a good place to take a break" suggested Miryam with hopes of resting her legs, matching her pace with Fable's, who was marching ahead at his usual brisk pace.

"It's not. We will move further" he replied flatly, fixing his gaze on the huge, golden, clock-like mechanism embedded in the wall further ahead, peeking out from under some hanging vines. Fable was familiar with it, having encountered it not long ago while exploring with a different party, and has since heard many other dungeoneers spinning tales of their experiences with it while visiting taverns. If he learned anything from their stories, it's that he, and especially his team of coursers barely fit for facing off against a slime, did not want to stick around for when the clock stops ticking and its mechanical guardian is released.

"Care to elaborate?" Pax spoke with a noticeable tinge of annoyance, trotting up to the two with Rybek absentmindedly following behind.

Fable was spared the chore of explaining himself to the other when the last tick echoed through the cavern, leaving it with eerie silence in its place. 

"No time. We should go. Prepare to run" he instructed, waiting for the typical loud thump that would tell him which hallway not to go in.

Pax just barely opened his mouth to speak, likely to throw the taciturn leader some complaint about how he should consider the importance of communication tied to his position, but a deafening rumble coming from the corridor just on his left swiftly cut him off. His grievances fled his mind immediately, replaced by the flight instinct now leading the whole group down the nearest hallway, leaving only dust behind them.