Broken Antler Fen the wind rises

A cry sounded out in the air. Brom froze in his passing and turned sharply toward the origin of the noise. It was there that he latched his sights on the slate-specked figure of a stunning young woman. She did not appear real to him at first, but more akin to a mirage or a hallucination that had been conjured from the madness in his mind. The ink-cloaked traveler did not wish to cut her off after having heard such frustration in her tone. He watched her with deep curiosity as she made her way toward the same hidden fortress that he had sought moments before. The dim light that flickered through the storm clouds overhead had seemed to fade even further into darkness.
 
For a moment, Brom turned his attention to the heavens and breathed in the scent of the rain. It was so different above ground. It was fresh and powerful; it filled him with a sense of purpose that he had never known before. All of it was so daunting, but the Spine had been just the same when he had first arrived there. The tunneller needed his time to adjust.
 
Following after the figure of the woman, Brom kept a respectful distance. Twice, lightning cracked over his head and illuminated the sky in a brilliant streak of light. Thunder was quick to follow, echoing against the stone tomb that stretched upward before him. She had reached the mouth of the cavern before him, but he made his way there and stopped at the entrance no less than five minutes after she had. It was here that Brom paused and breathed deeply, shaking the water from his dark coat and waiting to see if his eyes would readjust to the darkness.