The sapper softly cursed, lowering himself into an uneasy crouch. We’re intruders here…He’d heard rumors of warrens that were airless, that were instant death to mortals who dared enter them. There was an arrogance in assuming that every realm in existence bowed to human needs. Intruders—this place cares nothing for us, nor are there any laws demanding that it accommodate us. Mind you, the same could be said for any world.
