They came to a staircase, a long winding path down through a tunnel. The path stood out against the strangeness of the house as more...solid? Less...
Honestly, she couldn't quite pin-point it. But in the tunnel she knew it felt different, more solid and grounded than it did in that strange shifting house, so she considered it a bonus.
They made their way down.
The lights of the lamps flickered as they descended down.
She couldn't tell how long they walked downward without a break, but she knew it was a whole.
A thick carpet, still in good condition despite its age, lay along the passageway, cushioning each step they took.
The darkness seemed to close in around them with each passing minute.
There was no sign of the sky, moon or stars, no sign that they were actually making their way back to the surface, outside.
But Merwyn moved forward with a confidence that suggested he'd been present here before somehow.
