Tevariel would find herself heading down for what seemed like an hour but really it was her mind stretching out the dreaded tension as she sees monsters at the flickering edge of the torchlight. The flame danced merrily in contrast to the deathly silence hungrily eating the sweet air. She could feel how her head swam slightly adjusting to the dank moss that now edges over the tomb's floor. She could hear the faint drops of water as she realized she was now perhaps in  watery grave should the place give way around itself.<br/><br/>Time had been cruel to these series of chambers she was now in, iron rusted, stone eroded. She saw a path leading onwards however with iron bars in place for the walls. She could see that this place was stretching into a maze as the bars seem to extend past the torchlight. In the faint shadows however she saw swift movement. Something was down here... noticing her obviously... She came to a four way junction, with one for each direction.. But did she wish to run through a maze like this or did she wish to turn back? How would she tell which way to head?