Slow rumbles, the ground held a beat, an uncertain rhythm. The arched corridor, carved into the side of the hill, was split into tiny rows, in that moment, it felt akin to being stuffed inside a loaf of bread if the latter was perfectly arched in shape. Weirder thoughts crossed the mind, the rather moderate and risqué dressed Lessie lead the charge. Hanged skeletons garnered the sides, unregular fires for light, and the distance slow echo of water. The air felt morbid and humid, a distinct scent of iron, perhaps the sprinkle of fire.
"Tell me Xen, why are you here?"
"I told you, I wanted to see a master's work."
"No," she turned and winked, the mask further darkened her visage, only her bicolored pupils watched in the dark, the long lashes were reminiscent of a feline, a fierce hunter, "-why are you at the castle?"
