What’s going on here? Balgair wondered as he felt for the next stair down. If anything, the already pitch-black space got even darker. Before, he could see a little light; now, he couldn’t even see two inches in front of his face. In fact, he couldn’t even see his hand on the wall.
My lady of chains, I could use some light. Nothing, not a peep, not even a trace of Ananke’s usual amusement at his situations. Even the Clarion call is muted. Why? He wondered as he felt the next step under his foot and carefully stepped down.
“Be careful, Captain. It wouldn’t be good to fall,” Brandyn commented from behind him.
“If I move any slower, a slug could beat me,” Balgair retorted, wondering why he felt as if he and the tavern master were old friends. Maybe it’s that we are in this situation together. With his foot firmly on the step, he fell down the wall with his left hand and slowly took another step. What I wouldn’t give for some light.
“Arien, isn’t there something you can do?” He thre…
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