There was a pause. "Worse than the stairs, but not as bad as the kitchens." Ghia's voice was hoarse. "We won't have to duck under any more rocks."
"I'm carrying you," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. None came: Ghia simply murmured her assent. Jules scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way to the entrance to the cavern, listening as she navigated for them.
When they reached the door to the massive cavern full of crystals resting beneath the mountain’s bulk, the stench hit them. Jules quickly set Ghia down and she fell over and retched. His gorge rising, he managed to hold back, but recognized the smell right off.
Rotting corpses.
Daresay much better than it could have been. The mountain was cold now; the bodies wouldn't be frozen, but cold enough that the smell was
