Linai watched as Diran began investigating the structure in a thoughtful manner. They may have made it to this place easily enough but from where she was standing it looked as if he had no clue as to how to actually get in.<br/><br/>“Should be a hole somewhere”… !?<em>well that’s really helpful</em>,  she thought,<em>I really should start asking more questions before I take on jobs like this</em>. She sighed heavily removing her cloak and bundling it into one of the satchels. Satisfied that her sword was in a decent condition she swung it casually around, testing its weight and smirking as it cut through the air with a satisfying  swish. Raising it over her head she slotted it into the scabbard strapped to her back and turned her attention back to Diran who was squatting by the wall looking intently at a big pile of sand.<br/><br/>He certainly was a curious one, a thinker, who half the time seemed to be off in his own little world. She watched intently as he suddenly knelt and bowed, hunching over himself. In the eerie quiet of the desert she could tell he was mumbling something, but not what, it made her uncomfortable when he did this sort of thing.<br/><br/>Suddenly she heard him whistle for her… the nerve!... the only thing that lessened that blow was that he followed it with a question; “Linai? Do you have ropes?”<br/><br/>Happy to remain in the shade and fully quenched, the horses settled as she moved between them looking for the ropes. They were here somewhere, rope was one of those things she always had and always needed. The fact he was asking for them told her two things. Firstly that he had found the ‘hole’ and secondly that it was not going to be easy getting in. That thrill of excitement ran through her again.<br/><br/>Eventually she found them and trudged over to where Diran was crouched, kicking up the loose dusty sand on the way. She wiped her sweaty brow with a gloved hand and swallowed hard, her mouth was so dry and felt full of dirt regardless of how often she drank, she would be glad to see the back of this place. She dumped them to his side towering above his figure as she stood with her muscular arms crossed.<br/><br/>“I am not a dog” she stated coldly, “there is no need to whistle for me”<br/><br/>She moved around to take a better look at the hole he had found, it was large enough for them both to squeeze through without too many problems, though coming back out may prove rather more difficult.  She knelt down and peered into the black depths, a sudden strange chill creeping over her body, not from the slightly cooler air that was emanating from the fissure though. No, this was something else, something she couldn’t name. All of a sudden she wasn’t sure this was a good idea, for the first time in her life she wasn’t sure that it would be worth the payment. It felt like something was calling her, something wanted her to go inside and because of that she wanted to run in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>She shuddered deeply and pulled away from the hypnotic blackness moving round to pick up the rope. Glancing around the area she saw an old stone statue of a man in supplication facing the wall and the strange markings that had been carved into it. It seemed well rooted in the sands and she gauged that it should be strong enough to support the weight of a man. Tying the rope firmly around it’s base she carried the end to the wall and pulled hard, leaning back putting as much weight and strain on the rope as she could. There was no give from the statue, she was certain it would hold.<br/><br/>She piled the remaining rope by the hole and braved another look, there was nothing this time, almost as if whatever it was that made her feel like that knew it was pushing her away. Now it just seemed like any other big hole, any other entrance into the unknown.<br/><br/>“I’m ready when you are Diran… lead the way”<br/>