Ourglas exhorted her group and Zunn Dehr thus and the untiring knight pressed forward. Step by step, the group went and they could see a light at the end of the slope. Every heartbeat they got closer to the surface, the air became better, less humid and musty.
Finally, the group got to the entrance of the tunnel, with the sun slowly moving towards the horizon, heralding the evening and coming night.
The entrance to the tunnel had been excavated into the dirt, at the foot of a hill that looked over a humble cemetery. Planks of wood and crude metal had been stuck into the ground and some had names carved, etched or engraved on them. A simple iron fence with spikes was erected around the area and at this time the only living being around were bloodsucking insects and the drop-skinks that fed on them.
In the opposite direction of the sun, where Zunn pointed to direct the group's attention, they could see walls the color of the sand- which was mixed in with the dirt around this place it seemed. The grass that grew from the soil and sand seemed to be the hardy kind, that was difficult to weed out.
"The city of Dunhorrin. You will be safe as long as you've got the jade for a room at an inn. Probably."
Behind the walls, the group could see towers and spires rising and covered by pointy domes with a metallic reflection.