Rock walls surround you, a smell of salt and moisture enveloping you. The smell of the sea. One could call it many things, but you choose to call it home. The tide had receded a few hours ago, making the large cave freshly wet from the sea water. Your ship waits behind you at a time-carved port in the rocks, your crew obediently awaiting your return on its decks. You have long passed the entrance that leads towards the land above, those few miles that take you straight up to the top of the cliff by paving the path from within. Your source of light, an small lantern glowing brilliantly within the passageway, you carry before you about half a f