Silas followed the golem and his fellow wizards, eyeing the tunnel as they descended into the darkness of the unknown. The underground passage grew colder as they advanced, with the previous somewhat comfortable tunnel being replaced by uneven stones prone to trip one's pointed shoes, purple stalagmites that emited a dubious glow, and an underground mist that had settled all over the tunnel, which for some reason made Silas sneeze.<br/>The sound echoed in the tunnel's stone walls.<br/><br/>The ginger wizard nervously glanced back at the line, watching the rest of his group stare at him in disbelief. Silas laughed awkwardly and tried to look inconspicious, which was hard when you sneezed in a tunnel in the middle of a possibly very dangerous mission.<br/><br/>Gabriel was also at the back, with the ball of light floating above his head like one of those magical towers by the sea, ready to cause the destruction of any approaching ships who dared approach it.*<br/><br/>Of his lieutenants, there was only the troll Murach, who was grumbling to himself about having better things to do -like tending to his library- than hunting down ridiculous anarchists. The Sealer was only somewhat smaller than Stumpy, and had to occasionally crouch to pass through some more narrower passages, but his imposing stature contrasted with the golden spectacles on his eyes, and his very educated words. Murach was, however, still able to crush skulls as easily as one could crush a grape, even if he said it was uncivilized.<br/><br/>Miss Salamander had gone with another group of the Sealers to secure the main entrance and explore the other shorter tunnels.<br/><br/>Silas continued walking, catching up with the golem Stumpy as it walked. The temperatures had dropped considerably now, and far more numerous purple and violet stalagtites and stalagmites adorned the underground passage. Silas cast a personal heat spell, the sense of unease growing inside him. They weren't just going<span style="font-style: italic">down</span>. They were going<span style="font-style: italic">down under</span>.<br/><br/>What could the anarchists have to do with the undercity?<br/><br/>*Silas didn't really know what the correct definition of a lighthouse was, but he read it in a book, so it had to be correct. It was better than actually going near one of those. Or the sea, for the matter.