The two headed down the ancient-looking stairs one after another, each step groaning under them. The guard rails were long gone, with only broken sticks lodged into the side every now and then hinting that they used to be there.
Kedra a was a simple boy, and he couldn’t exactly tell how long they had been walking down the steps, but they eventually came to a turn, then another one after another long jaunt. By now everything was dark, and it was hard to see anything at all past the torchlight.
Eventually the stairs came to an end and they reached a landing of sorts. The ground was just dirt flattened out, and there were the vague outlines of houses creeping in the shadows.
“I think we wanna head... That way if we want to see the gloat thing," Kedra whispered, gesturing kind of to his right. He didn’t really feel like talking out loud.