Inside a small, dimly lit cave, two old men sat lazily on opposite sides of a stone wall. The cave was far from grand... it was more of a forgotten sanctuary, where time had left its mark on everything, from the rough walls to the weathered inhabitants.
Dust clung to every surface, the air thick with the musty scent of old stone and damp earth.
The men themselves were a reflection of the cave's neglect. Their skin, weathered and wrinkled from years of living in the wilderness, was cracked and rough, while their unkempt beards and matted hair suggested they hadn't seen a proper bath in years.
They wore ragged, worn clothes... little more than scraps of fabric that clung loosely to their aging frames.
Despite their unseemly appearance, there was a certain air about them... one that hinted at a once formidable presence, now dulled by the passing of time.
