Desdemona grumbled as she trudged through the dark tunnel, dragging the spoke-wheeled cart behind her. It tinkled with the sound of glass vials as it rolled over uneven ground.
The passageway was long and twisting and lit intermittently by small lanterns holding greenish flames. It was partly naturally formed - caves hidden in the earth, splitting away in forks that led up to hidden exits in the forest floor, or down deeper into the earth. The witch didn't use those ways. There was a strange magic above, and sounds came from below sometimes that she wasn't particularly interested in finding the source of. She'd put hexed barriers on all of them, for good measure.
The ways she did use she had at times needed to carve out for herself, boring through stone with potions and spells until she connected with another set of caverns. In a few places the ceiling threatened to come falling down, and in these areas branches and logs had been wedged into place to hold it up.
"Doogle, you useless cl