[ So they run, and a while at that. Down a hall and up more flights of stairs and winding tunnels, and if one had time to look around one might notice the craftsmanship of it. It's more likely all their attention is taken up by fleeing, and they're not the only ones who are. There are more tremors as they go, some stronger, some less so, but the heat is undeniable.
Thorin stops in front of a large stairwell. They're almost out of here, the exit is close if the draft of cooler air is anything to go by. To the left the wide hallway stretches in darkness, but the cavern it opens to is filled up with an orange glow. Outlined by it is the sillhouette of a man who can't be anything other than Earthkin, claws and a scaled tail visible even at a distance. He's the first who isn't running in panic. He's who Thorin is looking at, when by all means he should be moving. ]
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Thorin stops in front of a large stairwell. They're almost out of here, the exit is close if the draft of cooler air is anything to go by.
To the left the wide hallway stretches in darkness, but the cavern it opens to is filled up with an orange glow. Outlined by it is the sillhouette of a man who can't be anything other than Earthkin, claws and a scaled tail visible even at a distance. He's the first who isn't running in panic. He's who Thorin is looking at, when by all means he should be moving. ]