From the flickering shadows of the tunnel Hillary could see movement and hear foot falls approaching. From around the corner three fully hooded figures dressed in the robes slowly made their way down the passage towards her. Stepping into and out of the torch light she could see that the brown tattered robes were those worn by holy men from several centuries ago. With their hands in front of them, hidden within the billowing sleeves, the men chanted softly under their breath. As they neared she could see that each wore a rosary hanging from around their necks, each ending with a cross that hung upside down at the end.<br/><br/>As one they lifted their head towards her but the darkness was far too deep for her to make out their features.<br/><br/>"Are you lost child...?" "Come, let us help you..." "Have you lost your way...?"<br/><br/>They said in unison, their voices hushed and slightly echoing in the confines of the stone passageway.<br/><br/>"Yes... let us help you..."<br/><br/>The one in the middle who stood slightly in front of the other two said... and from within the darkness of his hood his eyes began to glow a sickly greenish color.