DepthsWe climbed down the stairs, and the sunlight faded. But as my eyes adjusted, I realised I could see well. Small crystals, embedded in the walls, gave off light as we approached them, and I could study the stairwell in detail.
It was roughly chiseled from the bedrock, with peaks and divots everywhere. Yet the surface was smooth and shiny, as though it had been polished. The ceiling was unsupported by any bolts or planks, and I could spy no ventilation shafts. Yet the stairs were free of the smallest rocks, and the air smelled fresh and clear. This had been carved by magic.
Delsaran touched one of the little light crystals, his face pensive. “They’re no ward or alarm,” he said. “Just illumination. I hope that whoever built this thought its remoteness would shield it from intrusion.”
