When I told the others about my mission, they were pretty keen to come with me. That was a relief.
Zissiren wanted to know why we couldn't just throw the artifact in one of the many lava rivers or bottomless pits in the underdark somewhere, but I vetoed that idea. My dad was adamant that Gruumsh wanted it dropped off the edge of the world. Trixie backed me up on that, murmuring something about Tiamat agreeing that that was what needed to be done.
Anyway, so first we had to find our way out of the underdark. It's not always as easy as it might seem. Turns out we took a wrong turn somewhere and ran into some dwarves patrolling one of their ancient, ruined underground highways. We must have strayed too close to one of their nests.
This patrol had a magic user with them. They looked pretty threatening, but they turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. Trog and I engaged the two dwarf warriors while Trixie distracted the magic user long enough for Zissiren to get in behind him and cut his throat.
After it was all over, Trixie astutely pointed out that if we were close enough to a dwarf nest to hit a patrol, then that would mean we were also fairly close to the surface. We had to take a bit of a circuitous route so as not to stumble right into the main group of dwarves, but we eventually managed to find an exit in the side of mountain with a trail leading down into a massive forest. We waited until the sun set and then set off towards the woods, not knowing what we'd find down there.