Cyrano stepped carefully through the dark tunnel. It was more cramped than he would like under normal circumstances, maneuvering the statue he carried, though comparatively small, did not make things easier. Cyrano was unsure how long he had been walking, or how deep he had come. He was unsure also how much further he had gone before he saw a glimmer of light.
He came upon an odd scene when he reached the light. Some strange creature seemed to be the center of attention, reaching out toward the other occupants of the room, some of whom seemed to enthralled or under a spell.
Cyrano set down his statue, and his glass orb at its feet and sniffed the air. 
[i]Next time I will count my pace[/i]
he thought to himself as he sat and watched to see what would happen.