Lyn noted the breeze that flooded into the passageway ahead, and the dark, cold, stone passageway that lay ahead.  She glanced up at the demon face, her brow knitting a bit at the sight.  How could such a place that had such a benevolent treasure be marked with the face of demon?  Then again, there were odder things in this world.<br/><br/>Reaching into her bag of holding, she withdrew her everlasting torch and allowed it to brighten the path forward.  With that, she took her first step from plant to stone, hearing her footstep echo down the hall.  She pressed on, still keeping an eye out for what was to come.