[Robin is very content to follow just behind. She loves adventure, but not necessarily charging head-first into the action.

The tunnel curves slightly to the right, almost as if it were part of a large circle. The walls are rough hewn stone, just chiseled into the bedrock, with large niches carved every few feet. It's unclear what might be in the niches with such limited light, but every so often they can see a scrap of once-white rag hanging from the side.]

I think the makers of this tunnel did expect visitors, and felt inclined to welcome them. It is said the dead love company.