Yorna and Drinial lead the way down the wooden corridors with metal bars holding the walls. At one point Navien looks down at a hole in the floor, looking down he realized that the passages and rooms were hanging off the cavern ceiling of the 2nd tier of the city. After that Navien stepped around more carefully.

As Yorna walked there was a click and an arrow bounced off her armor, Drinial raised his hand and stooped down to the wall, pulling out some hooks he started clicking around through a hole in the wall until he gave them the thumbs up and they continued.

Eventually, they came to large stone doors. On them was a multi-dialed circle, and on each dial was an array of different symbols. Above the circle were runes and an arrow pointing down between the two doors.

“Turning, Grinding, our… wheel was built by…” Drinial recited.

“It’s in Dwarvish,” he said looking back.

“It’s a puzzle, you need to rotate the symbols in the order that forged the wheel!” Yorna said suddenly.

She went up, put down a lantern and started rotating the symbols. She arranged them into the order going down, a river with boats upon it, a hammer striking metal, and a light glowing down upon a street. She then tried to push the door but to no effect. Cussing she tried a few more combinations, they waited longer but she and Drinial couldn’t figure it out.

Navien looked down, there was a chance that Layvma had gotten away, and everything they had done had been for nothing, that he had failed Alkameeth, he was useless.

“Hey, you ok?” Lilika asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I-I just– I just feel like I failed him,” he said.

“Well you discovered the cult, and you helped prevent their efforts, how have you failed him?” She questioned.

“He raised me, when my clan was killed he brought me under his wing, with the Nightlings, and I let him die, how have I not failed him?” he said,

“You told me that it was ok to do anything possible to defend that which you care for. I think he did whatever he could to defend you, and he’s happy that you’re still alive, someone who ignores prejudice and saves a child, and takes care of them wouldn’t want that child to feel like a failure,” she said comforting him.

He started to cry as Lilika rubbed his back.

“I miss him, I miss his laughter, his jokes. I miss my parents too, their laughter, their stories–” Navien stopped crying as he remembered something.

He quickly turned around and walked up to Yorna as she was cussing and trying another combination, lightly pushing her to the side as he began to move the dials on his own.

“I think you mistranslated, it’s not ‘wheel’ it’s ‘gears’,” he said as he worked.

“Specifically,

Turning, Grinding, our gears were built by

Revolting, Screaming, we forged our eye

It’s an old Deep-under nursery rhyme from pre-scorning times, about dark dwarves that forged mighty machines through their pain. My birth parents used to tell me stories like this,” he explained as he finished clicking the dials into place.

He arranged the order going down: a sword wreathed by fire, a man screaming sound waves, and an eye symbol whose iris was gear-shaped. There were cranks as two slots in each door opened leaving handles.