A thin waterfall trails down from the ceiling of this cavern, frigid air sighing through the natural corridors. A hum of something thrums through the walls and hangs in the air—a shimmer of magic or presence divine.
A thin waterfall trails down from the ceiling of this cavern, frigid air sighing through the natural corridors. A hum of something thrums through the walls and hangs in the air—a shimmer of magic or presence divine.