It didn't take long for Jocelynn to feel like she'd left the world she knew behind.
Within a few hundred paces, the walls of the corridor changed from neatly cut stones into rough walls of bare rock, carved from the earth itself. There was no light down here other than the lamp that Nyrielle carried, and the air itself felt unnaturally still.
The echo of Jocelynn's footfalls was loud in her ears, along with the sound of her breathing and the beating of her heart. Nyrielle, on the other hand, seemed to make almost no noise at all. No matter how much Jocelynn strained her ears, other than the soft whisper of her skirts shifting as she walked, she was as silent as a spectre.
