She slowly worked her way down. The group was spread all around like spiders along a wall. Fiafia slid past one of the enormous holes, feeling small by comparison as she stared down it and only into blackness. In this large space, only the lights of a handful of lanterns gave them any bearing. Fiafia did not have her own lantern, so she relied instead on her hearing and touch; the sounds of her companions breathing and grunting, the creak of the ropes, the tremors along the canyon wall.
—From Descent, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS