Blackscale Bluff was riddled with caves of every size.
Some were little more than narrow openings in the rock, while others were large enough to swallow entire groups of adventurers. Their depths were impossible to judge from the outside. All of them were remnants of the mining operations that had once flourished here fifteen hundred years ago, and together they covered the face of the enormous cliff like scars left behind by a forgotten age.
Marcus found himself wanting to explore them. The women clearly felt the same way. Unfortunately, curiosity alone wasn't enough.
The skies in front of the bluff were patrolled by large numbers of Corrupted Clawers and Corrupted Ghouls, all around level eighty. They drifted between the cave entrances like vigilant guards. Even if Marcus wanted to investigate, his current strength wasn't enough to force his way through. And the caves themselves weren't any safer.
