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The air was old, stale, and it made Tasa shiver. The smell of ancient rock long enclosed hung on the still air and the darkness was stifling, barely changed by the flickering torchlight.
Tasa could see the faint gleam of dark water in the distance. Where before they had walked with fingers touching the damp stone walls, now the passageway opened wider and Tasa and Malris walked side by side in expectant silence, both listening for any sound save that of their soft footsteps.
A subtle whisper born by the windless darkness seemed to meet Tasa's ears.
"Malris," she whispered, her voice like small bells heard from afar in the fog of a cold morning. "Did you say something just now?"
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