He stayed behind Patrina and kept a near constant vigil on the tunnel behind them. With only their torches and the different types of stone around them to mark their passing, they soon lost track of time. Alto had forgotten how his sense of time and direction became muddled underground by the back-and-forth S-curves the tunnel forced them to take. They came to a room with an iron door that was wide open. Inside, several empty weapon and armor racks adorned the walls. Three tables, cut from the very stone of the mountains, were positioned in the room so that they had to walk around them to reach the door on the far side. "This place is empty," Garrick muttered when they paused in the room. "Just as well, there’s no wind to wash away the stench." "What stench?" Alto asked. "I barely even smell the smoke anymore." Garrick scowled and sniffed the air. "You’ve the senses of a babe! This place reeks of burning wet wood and unwashed bodies." "Wait." Patrina held up her hand. "You say it’s empty then you say you can smell stinky people and fresh fires?" Garrick stared at her without saying anything.
