“Are there people lost down here?” I asked him as he ran down yet another passageway, his head lowered while he charged, smoke billowing from his nostrils. “Or prisoners?” “You can’t trust anything you see or hear in this place,” Arnold replied gravely. “Nothing but the written word, and even then, you should use caution. There are malignant things lurking in these dark passages, cruel and cunning creatures which are always hungry and would like nothing more than to lead you to their door.” “Sounds cosy,” I muttered, and Caleb snorted in amusement.
