Roth followed Lycargus down into a cave. Light from torches bounced off the wall, casting shadows along the wall. Every small hair on his body stood at attention. There was a murmuring in the air. So quiet he wasn’t sure he didn’t imagine it. It seemed to be calling him, pulling him toward deepest recess of the catacombs. 

They followed a well worn path, kicking up what little dust there was. The smell of rot and decay traveled with them as a willing companion.

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