[Quiet Man Cometh]

“It is dark enough.”

If she had been about to say anything else, it was cut off when she noticed the metal wolf that had come down the stairs. “Where did you get him?”

Tarja waved the sword, eerily still flaming, around to get a better look at the place. It was a building, the walls obviously made of modern stone; not at all the hole or dark cavern that its entrance would seem to imply. The light of the flames revealed little beyond that the stairs did have an end, and that said end led to a larger opening, presumably a room of some kind, and something was sitting at the light’s very edge.

Stopping before she had gone more than a couple of steps, Tarja looked about her. “We’re one short.”

After the chaos of the battle they left behind, the underground felt incredibly quiet, save for Rurik’s metallic clanking and the occasional, heavy gasp coming from the room beyond.