The walls and stairs were slick with moisture, making it difficult to navigate the ancient path, but there was no going back. At the entrance to the ancient catacombs the cries and howls of the trolls reverberated through the air with the ferocity of hungry beasts. A low ceiling forced Aaron and Lorik to take extreme caution. Lorik found out the hard way as he struck his head against the top of the cave, collapsing to his knees and nearly tumbling down the stairs. Outside, the sun had dipped beyond the horizon leaving the passageway in utter darkness. Groping along the cold, damp wall, the four companions stopped several yards below the entrance needing a chance to regroup. “What now, Captain?” Braden asked, his voice trembling. Aaron looked around but could see nothing, not even the faces of his companions though he could reach out and touch each one of them. The cold, damp rock of the cave left Aaron chilled to the bone as he spoke into the darkness, “Garam, you said that we should take this path and now we’re here.
