"We've arrived."
The knight in the red cloak held the torch crystal tightly in his iron gauntlet, where a faint, pale cold light extended forward, cutting through the end of the corridor and onto the weathered, mottled walls, sketching out the outline of a trapezoidal stone chamber that resembled a tomb or a ritual hall.
Alice's light footsteps stopped ahead, and she turned to address the others with these words.
The cold light hit the side of Stirling's face, Captain of the Sixth Division of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team, as he raised his bushy dwarf eyebrows, surveying the place: "But there's nothing here."
"No, someone will come to receive us," Alice replied.
"Someone?"
"Someone you know."
