Crawling through the structure's entrance for a few feet, forced snug because of how this place is built. The two ladies made it to a wider opening, easy to stand on and light to progress.
Standing up, slapping her knees with one hand and holding the torch away from her core with the other, Alia utters. "Looks like this Dungeon is less interesting than I thought."
What she's referring to, is the lack of texture although she didn't put it into the word in the best way.
This opening is perhaps 9 feet across and 7 feet high, still snug especially for Isabel whose neck is meeting tension, she can't stand exactly straight.
Apart from being snugish here, there is no texture as mentioned. Just a cave carrying a lot of dirt, with it's shade originating where sun strikes, small rocks incrusting the surface, scattered at a low scale.
This is especially odd considering the carved stone entrance just behind them. If the entrance is stone, shouldn't everything here be the same?
