Dragoncrest Cliffs little devils

unaware of the wave of homesickness overcoming leonore, sobeille plunged into the darkness.

the tunnel sloped downwards, an abrupt stop announcing its transition from tunnel into chamber. sobeille briefly measured leonore against the drop, remembering she’d been stuck here at a similar age.

jumping down from the mantle, sobeille turned with a wide grin. the cavern was large and circular shaped — as if an amphitheater carved out by ancient hands. here and there flowstone columns rose from ceiling to floor, and very distantly, the opposite walls were washed in a faint blue glow.

de grotto. sobeille announced, wondering what leonore might make of it.