You walk along the rolling hills. It mattered not if you were a guard patrolling the hills, a messenger rushing from one location to the next, or a beggar on your way to the next town to beg. None of this mattered as one step you are on a green hill and the next, the earth gives way beneath you and you are plunged into darkness. You fall past dirt, earth, and rubble. You fall with a shattering crash. A heap of bones break your fall, though any tools and weapons disappear into the pile of bones beneath you. Looking back up you see that the hole you fell through was quite high up above you and there was no way back up from here. With a sigh you look to see you’re in a long corridor, at the end of which are forked paths.

Penelope inhaled the damp air around her. She snorted. There was someone else in these halls with her again.

She began to charge in the direction she heard the noise from. The flame flickered on the touch she was carrying

You can hear something faintly. Thumps of heavy steps coming your way. From what, you no not