It takes near three days to get down this far. A security you cannot create but by the Gods blessing, a natural vault of stone with the lock being thousands of hollowed corridors by the wind and sea from no doubt millenia ago. Therefore we have these stations as checkpoints so travelers and servants may get sleep and if lucky water, but above all so that the nobility who endeavors to come down here has bed, water, and food. So it is our job to upkeep the stations for such purposes. Days and nights with little wind some stations are able to hear the echoes of the other through the shafts. It is told the Al'qala is near half done and a sight to see, it is my personal hope I will be able to someday. For now while we upkeep this checkpoint our job is to go on patrol each day and look to exterminate all manner of creature that is inhuman. From the scarab, the worm, the lion, the hyaena or sand crab, the rare ghost or some greater frame of creature. There are tar-pits here, we have been charged as well to empty them and deposit the tar for some sort of exfoliating agent for the Al'qala. Many of the men are wary for they swear they have heard strange sounds or even seen the tar move more than the unnatural bubble. I tell them not to worry, the scariest thing here is us or perhaps an ancient scarab that is blind and thus doubly furious.