Absence of Empathy IC

[PolkaBear]

Below

The party is now bound securely together and has left its directional indicator in the wall. [Party order: Ulf, Crennick, Arfondt, Rach, Kayte, Erwin, Sir Kylen.]

You begin sloshing your way downcurrent. The water is, for the most part, only a foot deep; but as you approach the bend, you can see that the water eddies up on the far side as the tunnel's course turns toward the left.

The walls are sweating and give off an earthy odor. The handrail, however, has been forged to deal with the sewer's damp, and thus is not slippery. Occasionally your foot will hit a spot where moss or algae (or some unidentified muck) has compromised the footing; but the rope serves you well and has prevented any mishaps so far.

"The doors we used weren't hidden at all, miss. Just look for a solid door in the wall. I wouldn't see a point in hiding 'em; they're built to be used, after all. Sometimes we had to go through a basement and a short passage to get to them; so depending on which one we come out, there might be a fuss since there was no official notice or anything. Eh. I figure nobody'll mind--with what happened."

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Above

Chaim jogs off to the nearest sewer access he could remember in the general vicinity in which he guessed the others were; it was just a few streets over. He recalled seeing it when he came into the city to pay his farm taxes (it was near the Ag Exchequer). Ferah is a half-step behind when Chaim pulls up in front of a bulkhead that replaced an alleyway.

"That it? They're down there?" She pauses for breath, and she glances at the Exchequer building. When Chaim nods, she replies, "Well, let's get down there and help them."

She grabs the wheel that serves to operate the door's seal and tries to turn it. It won't budge.