Do not have evil-doers for friends, do not have low people for friends: have virtuous people for friends, have for friends the best of men.
~ George Santayana
Crown prince Jaran's eyes squinted to adjust to the extremely dim lighting in the cave like space he had landed.
"Your highness, are you alright?" General Alae asked in concern, rushing to the crown prince's side. His words were echoed off the walls of the cave like space.
Crown prince Jaran nodded, not at all surprised at the presence of the three men behind him. Not to talk less of being pulled underground but even if it had been that the king of hell pulled him down into the underworld, crown prince Jaran was certain he would turn back and still find that they had followed him.