Round 446 Transcript

As Varikka limps forward, her injured ankle causing each step to be a delicate balance, the air grows thick with the scent of dust and decay. The tunnel stretches out before them, a narrow slit in the stone that seems to lead deeper into the earth. Suddenly, a faint rustling echoes through the passageway, followed by the soft scuttling of unknown creatures. Varikka's grip on her mace tightens as she freezes, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement.

I freeze at the sound, my heart pounding in my ears. The scuttling grows louder, more insistent, and I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "Varikka," I hiss under my breath, "did you hear that?"