Kamber held Jovlin’s hand as he led her down the dark passage. Her hands were warm, and damp with sweat. He tripped on a loose stone and caught himself on the wall, but found himself wishing for a light to guide their way.

            “That was a nifty trick you pulled back there.” Jovlin called

            “You had best keep your voice down; these walls aren’t as thick as they appear.” Kamber replied

            “Oh, right.” She whispered “You could have at least given me some warning.”