As expected, there were no writings on the deepest cavern's walls. Not even a scribble.
Arabella moved along the walls and felt them once more, their touch rekindling a strange and strained sense of danger and helplessness.
Silas, Cynric, Cherreka and everyone else stood back to watch as she studied the stone barriers surrounding them.
"It is settled then," Cherreka half asked.
"I suppose it is," Arabella looked at her, "If these caverns were occupied by your ancestors for as long as you claimed, then there should be a trace of it here," she marked a pause during which her eyes skimmed the walls once more, "My guess is something happened in the two hundred years between the completion of Enocs' diary and your birth six hundred years ago that made your ancestors leave this practice behind,"
