Drums... drums in the deep

It didn’t take much convincing to drag Iggy to the mines. Perhaps she’d just gotten used to being dragged around wherever the Warlord pleased. He took her through the mile-high wods, and then out into the territory beyond. Together, they passed over the open fields before the mines. One of the many openings to the complicated system appeared before them, and he took a step inside. Feeling the cool, stale air brush through his nose. He didn’t catch the scent of wolf or predator.

He turned back to Iggy, and nodded for her to follow. “I’ve only explored some of these caves. Stick close, it branches in many places, and it would be easy to get lost.” He warned her, remembering her penchant for getting distracted by odd and interesting things.


"Basilisk Fatalis"