The old mine entrance was framed by wooden support beams that looked sturdy even after a long neglect. The passage itself was wide enough for two folks to walk side by side without trouble there, and the roof was high enough that she might have reached it if she stood on her toes and reached for it, but it wasn't going to bump her on the head at least.<br/><br/>The passage was lit by a few torches attached to the walls by metal spikes that ended in a slim cup, enough to support a simple wooden torch in each. The torches looked like they had been burning for a while already, almost snuffed out. Following the only way ahead came to a fork in the road, a sharp Y intersection in the mine. Old wooden signs had been hammered to the wall with long nails, one reading "lift" while another stated "stairs".<br/><br/>The passages were both dark by now, the torches ran out shortly after the entrance, their light not reaching this far. Of the six torches there, two had already burnt out, and the other four probably wouldn't last more than half an hour each. Having reached the intersection Joli was so far unbothered, with no signs of anyone there. Some dust lay on the floor, but the dust was scattered, and though there was some signs of footprints, they were too messy to tell much about who had passed here one way or another.<br/><br/>The air was dry and a little cooler inside than it had been outdoors, but at least it seemed to be clear. a bit of light breeze could be felt from the direction of the 'lift'. There at the crossroads was some signs of blood on the ground though, and a thin string's remnants near it on the floor, pulling to a small crack in stone at the right-hand wall. The blood had dried, but it looked like it wasn't that old yet.