And All Things Will End

You walk in the mines, sandwiched between two torchbearers and their pools of light. The path is dank but well-travelled. The walls are rough and enveloping. Hunter walks with purpose, navigating the mines and their diverging pathways as if he knows them intimately. Aela follows behind quietly.

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.