We ducked under the stalactites and headed into the gloom. The farther we descended, the steamier the air grew. It smelled like rotting vegetation.

I called up a ball of magic so we weren't stumbling around in the pitch dark, but something in the air kept sucking the light out to the barest flicker.

I'd never seen Rohan so grim, his body locked in some kind of death-march. He was still lost to his emotions, and I needed his rational brain back in control if we were going to ...