[1] The Lower Road

The southwest lever apparently connects to the eastern door as well, as another lock spins open there. As soon as the lock opens, however, there's a rapid series of clunks that pass overhead, shooting back to the west, and door you came in slams shut!

Pulling the southeast lever causes the final lock on the north door to pop free, and the door starts to rise. You're immediately struck by how much dust flies into the air from this door opening. This can't be the route the troglodytes used. It hasn't been opened in decades - maybe centuries. There's a small antechamber directly on the other side of the door, with hallways stretching in either direction. But unlike the rooms you were in before, these hallways are massive, easily four times your height. These must be actual giant-built tunnels, making them far older than the tunnels you have found so far.

Tempting, but is exploring it worth it? Do you really have any other choice?

There's tiny slivers of light that are coming from something up above. Perhaps other tunnels criss-cross through the ground underneath Stormreach. The city isn't that old but it sits on the site of at least two previous cities, so it's possible. Lighting a torch will definitely make it easier to see though, so torch in hand, Laaesh leads the way into the giant-sized room. The light only illuminates about two-thirds up the tunnel itself, leaving the ceiling in shadows.

The room itself is about 45 feet wide and 120 feet long. It doesn't take much of an effort to walk it, even being careful, and after a few moments, it's clear that this sort of antechamber is empty, but there are actual cuts that score the walls, as if a battle played out here. More than one of the cuts is still stained with ancient blood, once red but long since turned to black. There's two stone doors, one on either side of the room, and they are also massive, but counterweighted, so that they'll swing open easily if given a good push. The door to the left has seen a bit more use it seems than the one on the right.

Pushing open the left-hand door reveals a long passageway. It was probably a tight squeeze for a giant, but for you it's fairly spacious, fifteen feet or so across, and close to two hundred feet long. There aren't many marking in the section of hallway, but from far above, you can see sunlight filtering down, and water drips slowly down from the hole. It's enough to make the air musty here, but not enough to form puddles bigger than a few inches across. Further down there is water staining on the stones, but nothing on the floor. A broken rope lays half-coiled near the small puddle. That probably explains how the trogodytes got here.

About halfway down on the left is an opening. It leads to a large room full of remnants of over-sized furniture. Most are old and decayed, but on top of a pile of chairs is a glass box, the type used for showcasing valuables at museums. It looks like it's just been thrown up there. You'd have to climb to get it back down.

At the end of the hall is another room, smaller, and it is empty but for the carcass of a dead troglodyte. It's been here long enough that moss has started to grow over it.

The glass case is slowly levered out of the pile of chairs, and set down on the floor. Any hopes of finding anything interesting here are dashed, however, as the glass case is empty. There is an indentation, though, in the red velvet that covers the bottom of the case in the shape of a key. Someone's taken the key. It looks like the trogs did find it first, but if they're lairing here, they haven't left much sign of it. From what you know of trogs, even a temporary living space of theirs should carry an identifiable odor.

There's no real way back that you can find, so you continue on down the main passageway a bit, where you come to another room right as the passage turns south(ish). Inside the room is a stench so bad you could be forgiven for believing it was some magical spell, but it's not. It's a dead trog. He looks to have been stabbed to death judging from his wounds, and long enough ago that moss is starting to cover the body, but...

He's holding something, clutching it tight like he was trying to hide it when he was killed. It's hard to tell what it is from the doorway, but it's going to be hard to walk over to investigate too.