Silas entered the tunnel, brushing the darkness of the underground passageway with a quick spell. Ghostly green fire lit up the torches of the tunnel, an effect that Silas thought was particularly amusing. The tunnels were, to his relief, quite tall and not particularly narrow, large enough for the group of wizards and the magically controlled golem.<br/><br/>The tunnel was damp, like most tunnels so underground were, but there was some level of luxury in the area, which didn't reassure Silas at all.* Mirrors and tapestries hung from walls, there was a long rug on the floor, and suits of steel armor were pushed against the tunnel's walls, longsword or longaxe in hand.<br/><br/>Silas glanced at the rest of the group of Sealers, who were dispersing through the tunnel, casting incantations and illusions with the purpose of securing its entrance or to try to find where exactly the revolutionaries were hiding.<br/><br/>Keeping in mind who was in control of the golem, Silas inspected the tapestries with a growing sense of unease. Something was wrong here.<br/>"Alright, let's move on!" One of Gabriel's lieutenants shouted, pointing at the end of the tunnel. Others nodded in agreement, a few protested, and Silas really just wanted to get out of the underground passageway as fast as he could.<br/><br/>Then the suits of armor came alive, weapon in hand.<br/><br/>*Honestly, he really didn't like tunnels.