![]() “Deshel, we will find her, but not like this. ![]() She tries to turn, but I grasp her by the shoulders. I’ve almost caught up to her when she halts abruptly. She winds around corners, picks random paths when the tunnel forks again and again. She takes off like a shot down the right tunnel, and the rest of us can do nothing but follow.īones scatter in Deshel’s desperate footsteps. Our group is small as it is, we need to be-Ī scream-a sound of pure agony-rips through my senses, making my hair stand on end. When we come to a fork in the path, I make everyone halt. I would brave far worse for anyone in my crew, but did there have to be bugs? Crickets fill the space with their chirps. Worms wriggle on top of the rocky soil at our feet. ![]() Bugs with far too many legs race across the walls. Webs dotted with raindrops nestle into the corners. There must be small openings all along the cave for the rain to get in. Water drips from the roof and trickles down the sides. The cave walls are not smooth like the tunnels at the keep. ![]() We move slowly, doing our best not to make a sound, which is difficult when the bones crunch under our feet. He is followed by Mandsy, Deros, and Deshel. We walk single file, each of us holding a torch for light. ![]()
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