"The breeze is calm yet cold. Faint blue light shines softly on the glistering walls of the seemingly endless tunnel. The pillars reveal no personality; each kept their secret to themselves as they stood firm and alike to one another. At the far end, a bit towards the south west, a familiar glow of a warm campfire lights up only a few tiles but it was enough to give it away. Prisoners, fellow refugees, yet people. It seems like a safe place to rest for the moment. But something feels wrong. Hostile."