"It is," Barcus tells him. "You're right. Almost as if there was some sort of fog in the air that swallows up the light."

He stands up and goes closer to the taller man, holding up his own lantern, which he didn't expect to actually need, himself. When a deep gnome thinks it's too dark, it's too fucking dark. "I've seen something like it before, but not underground."

The Shadow-Cursed Land was not a fun experience. "I think we should follow where the water is coming from. The child might have done that, himself, hoping to find another way out."