"Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, now we turn left…"
Alexa inhaled the air, sensing it moist, earthy and smelling of mold and wet straw. The sounds confused her, but then Klaus caught her wrist again, guiding her into a place she soon imagined to be a long, downward corridor that smelled of all this and also lime. The stagnant air soon became thick in her lungs, and the resinous smoke from the torch the Prince carried made her breath short. The maiden realized that Klaus was trying to keep up a quick pace, and that he was navigating the tunnel with familiarity.
