Ankyra Sound Nobody knows you now.

as shardik for whatever wretch to emerge from the mouth of the tunnel he could neither reach nor fit in, he listened. around him the cave murmured. the trickle of some undisturbed and distant stream, the groan of the earth and the ever-slow crumbling of stone -- he drank of this environment in silence, blackened eyes trained on the promontory that hung like a stubborn lip against the wall. from this egress, he had seen many things evade him - and from the consistent yet slow pad of feet, he expected his visitor would come upon him any moment now.

yet it was not his time to strike. he would wait, until the pale wretch had descended into the massive chamber. there was no use in spooking his quarry before he could reach him.