Endless tunnels seemed to stretch on before the marching army, they had already been walking for an hour and still, the tunnels went on. The tattooed elf that was their guide never spoke as he marched along. Several times they had tried to speak to him but he never even acknowledged them. Had it not been their King that sent them to him they would have stopped following him. Instead, they marched on through the dark tunnels until suddenly the elf stopped, ahead of them were three paths.
"Which way?" Ara moved up next to the elf to ask.
