The more anxious he was, the longer the path seemed.
The dark, long corridor had nothing to light it.
Ilodyer felt more and more uneasy as the smell of blood grew stronger.
Sudden light caught him off guard, and he squinted slightly.
There was still no sound around him, the silence making him want to escape.
Ilodyer saw something familiar, a dark creature about the length of an adult's arm, like an elongated mouse.
Their eyes gleamed with an excited red, looking hungrily at Ilodyer once again.
"It's his fault..." a soft yet slightly deep voice of the dark elf echoed, "He wanted to take you away, it's all his fault."
Salyd's voice was just a bit lower than a baritone, which made it sound very pleasant, as it was rare for an elf's voice to be described as deep.
Salyd's words carried a hint of blame and stubbornness, easily giving people the illusion that "he is the one in the right."
