And All Things Will End

You are in the mines. Aela shifts to walk in front of you, holding the torch in front of her like a divining rod. You follow her closely. The path is dank but well-travelled. The walls are rough and enveloping.

A faint laughter rests in your ears that no one else can hear.

The darkness reigns supreme, and its ruling is draconian. You cannot see what has passed or what is yet to come. An eternity of faceless grey rock surrounds you.

The growls and crackling of worn skin cannot be heard down here, so you allow your body to relax slightly.