With the help of Figg, and the directions of the Stonemuncher in his arms, the party soon found themselves standing at the edge of a large hole that looked like the burrow of a colossal man eating mole.
Which was, weirdly enough, the perfect way to describe the Earth Dragon, if you think about it.
Vestra stepped to the edge, holding a small stone no bigger than a golf ball. With a tap of her wand, the stone started to glow with a soft light before she let it go. Making sure not to throw it, but instead just letting it fall with the power of gravity.
She watched it plunge into the darkness, the light growing smaller and smaller, dimmer and dimmer, until it finally shifted direction as it hit the bottom and bounced. The sound of its impact echoing upwards a moment later.
"Just over three seconds... So about 150 feet, give or take." She muttered, before turning to the others who were all wearing confused and blank expressions. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh,
