*Gravestone*

The staircase had led to a tunnel. Which then led for miles of oppressively quiet darkness to a single porthole. That, in turn, led us into a field, far from the castle. To be safe about it, I shifted and took off, Allesandra on my back keeping Bel from falling off.

It did not take long for hunger to grip both of us, but right at that moment, seemingly by design, the smell of cooked meat wafted into my nose. Best case scenario, they’d be willing to share some food ...