The sounds of dripping water echo through the black cavern. Dripping, and the labored breathing of the intruder. Several days ago he was simply removing a stump from his neighbors farmland when the ground gave way and he fell in the sinkhole. Only his racial ability of having low light sight allowed the feint glow of the phosphorous moss and slime on the walls to aid his trek in this endless void. he has traveled for many days now, not quite certain as to where he went, but he has to escape this tomb, his endless days of darkness.All Rights Reserved