This long, once used for mining now twists into dark nothingness.

The long rotted wood beams add to the feeling that these passages have

been long dead. A strange chill seems to enter your bones from the

floor as if something unnautral still roamed this mine. As if to echo

this sentiment you hear a gurgle far off, announcing the prescense of

another. The winding tunnel takes a sudden slant upward, leading

into further unknown.