"But when one doth secretively unearth mysteries in the dark, is it not fair that his silent tread be espied as well? Is it not fated that he reaps what he sows, that he earns the likeness of what he commits?"
~
The Secret Annex,
Betwixt the Princess' Residence and the Under-Ground Lair,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Jaycob Israel quietly strode down the spiralling and steep stairway that led deep into chasms of darkness.
He kept his body closer to the cold and stone walls, for subtlety in demeanour appeared to be the fashion of the people that worked under-ground.
A few of the gravels that paved the face of the wall, seemed as if they were ready to be displaced and fall away to form large gaping indents, but such could not be paid attention to, for the path was greatly shrouded by the darkness and there were no torches to light the way.
