05-11-2020, 11:25 PM
Zwiche journeys further into the foreboding warmth. Further into the unknown. He travels down the middle junction path and after another ten minutes seems to have left the sewer altogether. The stone is still damp from the everpresent humidity but the style of the cut has an artistic intent behind it. The cieling is vaulted another two feet and there are two extinguished iron torches holstered along the wall. A short flight of five steps leads up to two iron gates. Zwiche steps up closer to examine the gate, fully expecting it to present another dead end like before. Yet, when bends down to check the condition of the lock he realizes the gate is ever so slightly ajar. The lock itself appears intact, and there is a faint silver-green residue on the handle. Beyond the gate is the beginning of what looks to be a catacomb. A dark passage leads off beyond Zwiche's vision.

