Mallory waited for Callum and Jorgen to climb down the ladder to the tunnel below before she went down. The air was cool and damp and smelled stale. “How long is it?”
The villager held the lantern, waiting for all of them to enter and close the trapdoor before he walked along the tunnel. “Not long. It was a way for the farmer to check on the grain during bad weather. Make sure it wasn’t going mouldy or anything during rainy periods.”
“What did he do if it went mouldy?” Mallory eyed the damp walls, not sure if she wanted to scrape off the moss that had a faint glimmer to it letting her know it could be gathered. She supposed they could return later and gather what was likely an alchemy ingredient.
“Different potions or spells can be used, depending on the type of mould, or problem.” The
