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Before getting any further, the necklace started emitting a pale green light, drawing raised eyebrows from Bastian. It was quiet. Too quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Not a scent could be smelled. Feeling betrayed by his own senses. “That’s never happened before…” Bastian thought, nearly muttering it aloud. Allowing both the pleasure of staring at dull and decrepit gray walls and the many steps beneath. Bastian’s ears twitched, noticing a small rock resting upon the adjoining step. Blinking and lifting his foot slightly into the air, casually kicking the rock, watching it tumbling down the stairs noiselessly. Bastian promptly slammed his foot into the wall beside him, again hearing nothing. He shifted Elizabeth's position slightly, grip remaining firm, keeping her close.
“Could you hear that Elizabeth?” Bastian asked curiously, promptly returning to walk casually down the steps. Like madness, the further their descent, the atmosphere grew colder and darker, giving them chills down their spines. Carefully carrying her one step at a time, which he would’ve eventually lost count, even if he had been keeping track. Until-there wasn’t anymore steps, his feet finally met soft dirt, opening up into a wider tunnel. The tunnels were illuminated with torches hanging against the walls, showing that was a large barricaded metal gate entrance only a couple meters away from them. However, someone was even closer than that. Wearing black robes obscuring their presence and leaning against the wall, dwelling there long enough for the small dagger held between their bare toes to create the shape of an intricate skull into the dirt. Suddenly moving enough to show her face, long red hair flowing out of her hood and covering the left side of her face, along with a sharp grin.
“Ya heer fa tha wagan and whoresis?” She spoke in hardly understandable dialectic, like they were hardly literate or were used to speaking an entirely different language.
“I’ll assume she’s asking about the horses and wagon…” Bastian thought giving her a nod in response. She let out a sudden cackle, before walking off.
“Falla me.” She called out. Bastian reluctantly started following behind the peculiar woman, as they approached the gate.
“Could you hear that Elizabeth?” Bastian asked curiously, promptly returning to walk casually down the steps. Like madness, the further their descent, the atmosphere grew colder and darker, giving them chills down their spines. Carefully carrying her one step at a time, which he would’ve eventually lost count, even if he had been keeping track. Until-there wasn’t anymore steps, his feet finally met soft dirt, opening up into a wider tunnel. The tunnels were illuminated with torches hanging against the walls, showing that was a large barricaded metal gate entrance only a couple meters away from them. However, someone was even closer than that. Wearing black robes obscuring their presence and leaning against the wall, dwelling there long enough for the small dagger held between their bare toes to create the shape of an intricate skull into the dirt. Suddenly moving enough to show her face, long red hair flowing out of her hood and covering the left side of her face, along with a sharp grin.
“Ya heer fa tha wagan and whoresis?” She spoke in hardly understandable dialectic, like they were hardly literate or were used to speaking an entirely different language.
“I’ll assume she’s asking about the horses and wagon…” Bastian thought giving her a nod in response. She let out a sudden cackle, before walking off.
“Falla me.” She called out. Bastian reluctantly started following behind the peculiar woman, as they approached the gate.
