Tarek and his men quietly followed Raja through the maze of ancient sewer tunnels. The style of the passages changed, showing architecture from different time periods of Simdan history as they arrived directly beneath the palace. Raja paused abruptly and held up his hand.
The rest of the group did too, waiting silently as conversation filtered down from above, getting quieter as the people above them moved on. Raja gave a brief jerk of his head before he continued walking, and they entered a section that divided into eight passages.
Raja stopped again and turned to face them. Tarek was glad the man was with them. Otherwise, it could take years for them to find their way out.
“Now I know what a rat feels like in a maze,” Dhamar muttered.
Raja smirked. “You wouldn’t believe how many skel
