05-09-2020, 09:32 AM
Zwiche turns the chain and cranks open the sluice gate. A new wave of putrid sewage stench washes over Zwiche. He holds back his nausea and steps forwards. The darkness ahead is impenetrable even for the low light attuned eyes of a truil. He grabs up a torch in a nearby holster and lights it at one of the street lights down below. He stows one of his weapons and proceeds into sewer.
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Low cielings limit Zwiche's mobility. He continues forwards hunched over for several minutes. He does his best to avoid the toilet drains above. Finally, he hears the echoes of soft thuds and metal from deep in the sewer. He moves a couple steps closer with increased caution and his best attempt at stealth. Zwiche arrives at a short stairway that connects the sewage canal a square room with three other exit corridors. The echoes continue at the same pace and level of volume.

