With only that one word spoken she found herself between one blink of her eye and the next in a big cavernous room. It looked like a medieval dungeon. She clutched at Mark until the dizziness passed. She'd never felt this disoriented before when he transported them this way. Lifting her chin, she stepped away from him and looked around. Strangely braided ropes hung from the high ceiling and the edges of the room were dark with shadows moving. She shivered.
"What is this place?" she whispered. It seemed appropriate to whisper. As if the cave would come alive and punish her if she didn't show the proper respect.
"When we are in Africa, enforcers, or as we're more commonly known, hunters come here for ceremonies." His voice echoed.
She needed to talk to him about what exactly hunters were. "Where are we?"
"Deep inside Table Mountain."
She couldn't believe him. The thought of a whole mountain on top of them was frightening.
"Welcome."