As he continued down the stairs about four or five floors, Dovu felt the air growing increasing cold causing the fur on his arm started to stand up. He paused the group for a second to listen. He thought he heard some kind of wind whistling, and soon a powerful short gust of wind nearly swept him off his feet. He grabbed onto the hand rail so he wouldnt fall over. The torch was instantly blown out, causing them to be completely blinded by darkness.
"Shit! What the hell was that?" Dovu got steady on his feet again. "Nobody move, im going to get this torch lit again." He felt through his pack for his flint. He found it and started striking it with his dagger making some sparks. The breezes started up again, he could tell they were blowing up, originating from the bottom of the stair well. He thought he could hear voices, but dismissed them as his imagination. He fumbled with the flint as he grew more frightened.
"New hosts have arrived...just in time. Bring them to me alive." A raspy voice said.
Dovu froze and felt his heart sink and his blood flush cold. He struck the flint faster holding it near the end of the torch. Finally it caught fire again and he got back up to his feet. He turned around to look at the others to see if they heard it too, or if he was just going insane. "No loud movements." He said whispering. I cant believe this. Was my father right?