'This way,' whispered Ferro, pointing into the darkness.
Logen peered into that black opening and his heart sank. He hated being underground. All that weight of stone and earth, pressing above, ready to fall. And they had no torch. Inky black, with hardly air to breathe, no notion of how far to go, or in what direction. He peered up nervously towards the vaulted stones above his head, and swallowed. Tunnels were places for Shanka or for the dead. Logen was neither one, and he didn't much fancy meeting either down there. 'You sure?'
'What, scared of the dark?'
'I'd rather be able to see, if I had the choice.'
- Before They Are Hanged, Part II, Beneath the Ruins