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	Having the Chilly perched on Jack’s shoulder caused the first part of the journey to be made mostly in uncomfortable silence. Seemed like both Amber and Jack were too cautious to speak for fear of possibly upsetting the creature. On top of that, Jack didn’t appear to be very comfortable about walking through ancient tombs. In fact he was acting a little skittish, a type of behaviour that really didn’t suit him at all. 

From the basement room of Amber’s shop, she led the way through a secret door into the catacombs and down several dark passages, a flaming torch in Amber hand being their only source of light. They had been traversing the ancient labyrinth of corridors for close to half an hour before entering a rather large chamber. The light from Amber’s torch didn’t reach far enough to disclose anything else in the chamber, but the cavernous darkness that surrounded them was chilling enough to provoke Jack into finally breaking the silence. 

‘There wasn’t a less… spooky path to take?’ he said, voice broken with obvious anxiety. 

Jack had barely finished speaking the words when a stone tile beneath his foot pressed down into the floor with a dull clunk, which apparently served as a type of On Switch for the lighting in the chamber. Just one second after hearing the startling clunk and feeling the tile give beneath his tread, the chamber suddenly lit up by way of flames on the ancient chandeliers that hung from the stone cathedral-like sealing, the blazing light from which exposed the hundreds of sarcophagus that lined the tiered platforms on either side of their path.