Danta warns the others about the darkness inside the tunnels, without which they never would have realized it on their own. They owe him their gratitude.
Meanwhile, Darkeye sees endless twisting tunnels. His torch only reaches a small distance into the darkness. With no markers to guide him by, he is left with nothing but random tunnels to try, going off in every direction.
But Esmerelda does hear something. Distance cries, echoing through the tunnels. While any sounds above the water are impossible to track due to the echoes bouncing the sound in every direction, underwater the sound is much clearer. Crying children. Lots of crying children. She believes she can navigate towards them, if she is careful.
In the depths of the tunnels, the water is well past the children's waists. They try clambering up on the highest rocks they can reach. Their cries are so fascinating to Trinket's ears. She watches them with no malice, no ill will. Just curious interest. She has never heard a sound like this before. It is different. It is new. Anything new is interesting.
She wants to hear more. Not out of any desire to make the children suffer, but just because she has never heard so many voices crying out at once, and it sparks her curiosity.
She takes the lantern, filled with lightning bugs, and dips it under the water. She cracks open the side, letting the water flood in and drown the bugs, extinguishing their light.
In the impenetrable darkness, the children cry louder. Trinket closes her eyes and just listens.
Quite curious indeed.
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The sound of crying grows louder, giving Esmerelda a lead to follow.
Meanwhile, Darkeye sees endless twisting tunnels. His torch only reaches a small distance into the darkness. With no markers to guide him by, he is left with nothing but random tunnels to try, going off in every direction.
But Esmerelda does hear something. Distance cries, echoing through the tunnels. While any sounds above the water are impossible to track due to the echoes bouncing the sound in every direction, underwater the sound is much clearer. Crying children. Lots of crying children. She believes she can navigate towards them, if she is careful.
In the depths of the tunnels, the water is well past the children's waists. They try clambering up on the highest rocks they can reach. Their cries are so fascinating to Trinket's ears. She watches them with no malice, no ill will. Just curious interest. She has never heard a sound like this before. It is different. It is new. Anything new is interesting.
She wants to hear more. Not out of any desire to make the children suffer, but just because she has never heard so many voices crying out at once, and it sparks her curiosity.
She takes the lantern, filled with lightning bugs, and dips it under the water. She cracks open the side, letting the water flood in and drown the bugs, extinguishing their light.
In the impenetrable darkness, the children cry louder. Trinket closes her eyes and just listens.
Quite curious indeed.
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The sound of crying grows louder, giving Esmerelda a lead to follow.
