The first thing I noticed was the dust. It was everywhere, and it sat on the walls and the ground. Somewhere in the distance, the chittering of small insects filled the tunnel which stretched out in front of us.
A single torch sat on a bracket to our right, and I was surprised that a flame could even stay alight in this darkness. There were strange markings around the wall, like carvings from an ancient day which I could not read. They ran across the length of the tunnel, at the end of which I could just make out a faint light in the middle of it.
The air was stale and dank, and it wrapped around us in a very uncomfortable way. It was slightly chilly, and I leaned towards the torch as Zafira pulled it from the bracket.
"What is this place?" I finally asked Zafira, who was staring bla
