A Tunnel To the Kitchens

Sevan crouched down, his sharp eyes scanning the tunnel floor as he picked up a small, smooth rock.

He turned it in his fingers, examining it closely, before bringing it to his nose and sniffing the air. His expression grew more focused as he turned toward the passageway from where the scent seemed to be strongest.

Adrian, standing with his arms crossed, let out a laugh. "You look like a dog, sniffing around like that."

Sevan shot him a glare. "Shut up. There's a hidden entrance somewhere." He dropped the rock and straightened, now running his hands along the walls. "The scent is coming from here, but it's not coming from an open passage. It has to be seeping through a crack or something."

Aiden, standing nearby, flexed his fingers, his firelight flickering in his palm. The dim glow illuminated the rough walls of the tunnel, casting long shadows.

Sevan glanced back at him. "Make the light brighter."