Dermott looked bad. Pale and coated in a sheen of greasy sweat, the barbarian trailed behind Jon and Dako. The rogue wasn't spry either, his face twisted in a grimace of effort as he led the way up an increasingly steep stone path.
Dako found himself using his hands at points where the tunnel felt more vertical than horizontal. His arms were burning with the effort and his fingers were numb, bloodied nubs from scrabbling at the rock. Jon claimed this was the way out, but other than the incline, there was no sign they were on the right path. The wizard prayed it was true and that Jon wasn't just blowing smoke. Even so, with kobolds and an angry dragon behind, there was no way to go but forward.
Fear of pursuit was one thing, but knowing that somewhere up this hellish slope there was an open sky and wind, sunlight - that was the best reason to carry on. If the wizard needed reminding, he had only to look behind him. Dermott held his fevered gaze to the path ahead with single minded