Two forms entered the darkness of the western quarter of Lepidopolis. It was a rundown area, even in the city’s heyday, when it was alive and bustling with life and its stonework was fresh and new. Low, squat structures in ordered rows and streets situated on a depression led down from the city into a hollow in the earth, the black expanse beneath them that was still as yet unexplored by any of the city’s new denizens. The streets were even more broken up than the rest of the city, broken flagstones giving way to gravel and churned rock.