"We'd better go our separate ways."
In the dim and lightless underground tomb, the air was damp and foul, mixed with the choking smell of dust and some sort of decay. It seemed even the thick stone walls were seeping water.
Though the royal mausoleum was constructed with tightly stacked slabs of marble, spacious and solemn, the recent unexpected heavy rain had ravaged it considerably.
Inside the tomb, two pairs of shimmering cat-like eyes met with caution and alertness.
The cautious voice continued.
"Although I've never met you, I've heard of your reputation. To put it simply... it's not good."
With a "hiss," the sparks from a flint ignited a torch wrapped in oilcloth, and the smoke from the burning poor quality oil spread with the light.
The man holding the torch was dressed in medium-weight leather armor.
