He walked down into the basement, and grabbed a flashlight from the corner, picking up a spare pair of batteries. The Basement itself belied the age of the house, it must have been extremely old, though it was kept surprisingly clean. He went to the right, turning on his light. there was what looked like a old capped off well. He grunted as he heaved the cap to the side, revealing a rusted old ladder leading down into unknown fathoms of an almost palpable darkness that almost seemed alive. The well gushed that bloodcurdling, hair raising, smell that ancient places have: A place mortal men do not belong.
He raspingly talked as usual, but somehow with the catacomb-well gaping it's dark maw, it seemed somehow even less human then before. "Come on. Go ahead. This leads to some old catacombs that seem to run the length of the city. I've been spending a lot of my free time trying to map it out after I figured out what it was, though I think I've actually only scratched the surface of it, really. There are Exits all over the city from what I've seen so far. The hatches actually lock from beneath, so this was probably once a passageway between 'underground railroad's or a thieves way of escape. In either case, it'll help us get away."
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