Gina led the party down a goat path carved into the side of the high ocean cliff.
The crashing waves masked the sound of their boots on the loose rocks.
They reached a small, rocky cove hidden directly below the ruined lighthouse.
A dark opening in the cliff face marked the entrance to the hidden sea caves.
The smell of old salt and decaying seaweed was very strong in the dark entrance.
"The water gets very deep inside," Gina warned quietly.
She hugged her grimoire to her chest.
"My father said the cult built their shrine in a sunken temple at the very bottom of these tunnels."
"How are we supposed to breathe down there?" Lora asked.
The merchant looked highly annoyed at the prospect of getting her expensive silk clothes soaking wet.
Gina opened her grimoire and flipped to a marked page.
