The fire-light dipped as Sanctus lost his footing on the slimy surface of the granite and fell two stairs. With a reflex of lightning his free hand reached out behind him and stopped his body from plummeting further into the darkness. He stood up and brushed pieces of the dank moss that covered the stone from his ragged clothing, accompanied by the clinking of various archaic symbols and chevrons that were hung about his person. He raised the torch to eye level and in the depths of his hood dark eyes scanned the spiralled stairwell. Cobwebs hung all around him clinging to his every movemen…
