As we went lower into the caverns the true blackness of the underground subsided. The thin bluish light from the phosphorescence that grows on the rocks became stronger until I could see my companions plainly, the paleness of their skin making them seem as wraiths at my side. Leviticus kept a hand on my upper arm but did not look at me. We walked easily next to each other, Mortimer had fallen behind us as the passages had grown more narrow.
We went through the great cavern where they used to gather, and down a side passage I had not been in before. Leviticus freed me and pushed me through a doorway, I will call it a doorway because of the black ornamentation surrounding the opening of it. They must have chiseled into the rock, cutting just deep enough to carve a design in whatever it is that grows on the cavern walls that gives the dim light.
It was a hallway, of sorts. A candle chandelier that had been converted crudely to oil had been drilled into the cavern ceiling, blacking it, and killing the organisms that provided the natural light. I heard the drip of water from somewhere in the far end. There was a stove, it made the room oppressively warm. Thomas stood at the head of a long table, smiling. Curiously, they all wore clothes now, and goggles of tinted glass worn perched on their heads, though there was little need for them here. Were they preparing to go above?
I went forward, keeping eye contact the whole time, and stood next to the seat Thomas gestured me towards.