The sound of water drew her forward, an enthralling drip, drip, drip ahead in the dark. Edging closer, Mari clutched her dagger. She felt for the heavy pouch at her waist and moved nervous fingers up to her forehead to wipe away the sweat dripping into her eyes.
Caution told her to run, to hide.
Turning a corner, Mari stepped into a cavern. She blinked, eyeing the fat candles covering the floor. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, dripping water into small pools and atop the head of a crowned skeleton, sitting on an enormous selenite throne.
“Finally,” a voice rasped.