SEVEN
The air was cool and humid. Water dripped down from the ceiling. It was a constant sound in the darkness and an occasional slipping hazard. Balls of magic light floated around them, but they did not penetrate far into the shadows. Progress was slow. The stone floor was slick in spots, making caution and careful steps a necessity. Not that anyone had the energy to walk with speed. Hours of travelling through these dark caves had taken its toll. Everyone was anxious to feel the warmth of the sun. The only one who did not seem to mind the journey was Rand. Through the haze of the lantern light, Kern could almost swear he saw the dwarf skip a couple of times. He knew he heard the man humming softly. After years of living and growing up in the openness and trees of Suriax, being in these
