Azriel Pov
Farila dragged Azriel with her to a set of caves. Azriel's eyes had finally adjusted to the odd light as she looked around her. The Blight seemed like it had settled here , unlike in the mines of Andora. It seemed mellower to her, but the whispers of pain and anguish had already begun. There were all sorts of sounds, slithering sounds, hissing sounds, cries and moans and whispers of unhappiness. There were other sounds as well, cackles of glee, the clink of metal on metal, as well as the trickle of something ugly-blood maybe!
She wondered how long she could bear to hear these sounds without losing her mind. She was almost collapsing from exhaustion when Farila pushed her into a corner in a cave, where some horrid smelling furs lay on the floor. On the side were some ugly and lumpy metal and wooden tables.
"Can't say much for the décor princess!" giggled Farila. "No silks and glass mirrors here."
