Saturday, September 6, 1650, early afternoon
Weather: with pleasant temperatures and a brief drizzle, with a fresh breeze (18-24 m.p.h.)
The drizzle has begun to break up some, and the wind 'freshened,' as the party descends into the tomb stairwell. The sound of dripping water becomes evident immediately as you brush aside the caltrops from your path. The stairs descend some twenty feet before dwindling into a set of small, natural rock ledges, which are part of a natural cave. Nine-toes, having lit the torch, now tries to hold it high so as to diminish the shadow cast by Ahmet's bulky frame, which blots out much immediately in front of the fighter. Meanwhile, the great drops of water fall from the ceiling like fattened rain.
The tunnel is narrow, but six feet wide, but with a roughed out flattened surface, somewhat muddy. It is evident to Ahmet's eyes (upon taking the torch himself, so he can see his own feet) that there has been a great deal of traffic through here lately. The mud (mixed with clay) shows things have been dragged through it; it shows the footsteps of armed men (humans), and of someone with small, bare feet (too small to be human, but wide and with nubby toes).
Then, as the tunnel widens into a natural cave formation, some twenty-feet wide with an seven foot high roof - dripping everywhere, and pools formed in every shallow place amid the mud and hundreds of stumpy stalagmites (the stalactites are but a few inches long) - Ahmet catches sight of footprints that appear to have been made by a large dog ... with two inch claws.