"I look forward to it, Price," he said, following her down and closing the hatch behind them. The room was made of earth and completely pitch black. She would feel Eli slip past her and the clattering of wood. "Put your arms out."
"Years of practice," he replied, sounding like he was right by her ear. He set a small stack of lumber in her arms.
She would feel him tap her nose before light streamed in. He was back by the entrance, holding the door open with a ton of timber in his arms.
The sun was blinding as it was going over the horizon. "Here, give me the wood and close the lock, okay?"
