Two figures crept their way along a narrow tunnel beneath the city. The larger one held a small lantern, casting long shadows on the walls, and illuminating patches of glistening moisture where the warm air condensed against cold stone. The tunnel turned sharply downwards, uneven steps plunging into the darkness beneath. With a grunt, the larger figure extinguished the lantern.
“’Er ladyship don’t like no lights,” sad a gruff, masculine voice, “‘sept the ones already down there. So watch yer step.”
“Easy enough for her ladyship to say,” commented a woman’s voice, “drow don’t need light.”
“We do it ‘er way, and that’s that. Or you ain’t coming. I only brung yer ‘cause she asked. You ain’t one of us, I can leave yer behind and say yer’s too scared.”
“I didn’t say I needed light, did I? You’re the one going to have difficulty on those stairs, not me.”
The man grunted again, put out. “Yeah, whatever. You comin’ or what?”
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