cuniculus_altus Strideo Its cold and dark but still, we try and make the tunnels a suitable place to live while we are here. We can only have small fires inside because of the problems of smoke. One thing I hate the most is this certain part of the cave that keeps on going deeper. Some men went to explore it but they returned saying they could not explore it entirely because their torches would not last long enough for the whole enterprise and then they would be caught in the dark deep inside. Our Captain is a man of caution so he leaves a gaurd to watch this tunnel at night. One night it was my turn and I could almost swear I heard noises comming from deep inside the tunnels as though somthing was moving around and I was certain I heard soft whispers comming from the dark. If I stayed still for long enough it sounded like one whisper then two . . . three . . . four . . . untill it seemed as though a hundred whispering voices would chase me from the tunnel's entrance in utter terror, and then they would stop. Was I dreaming? A trick of the wind perhaps? I allways made sure the torches burned bright on my watch! ... 041119 what's it to you? who go blather from