Chapter 8
Slime clung to the skin of Tae’s arm as he brushed the wall of the narrow stone passage again. It was disgusting in a way that he had no reference for and all he saw of the mess was green-blue muck in his mage light.
He was afraid to know what was dripping into his white hair. He was also lost in the convoluted warren of a tunnel.
“Anything yet, Tae?” Lasra asked from behind him, so close the old human was a moment away from stepping on his boot heels. “There hasn’t been any change in hours.”
“No, Archmage. It’s the same tunnel, but it should have started to rise or dry out by now.” Tae was at a loss to explain it. True, he had no physical map of this particular shaft because he had never needed to go in this far before, but most tunnels behaved in the same way. The farther d
