Conan doesn't waste a moment. He takes up the invitation, scrambling down the ladder with barely a backward glance. Waiting has never been his style.
Shining the torch around the previously unexplored tunnel, he starts as the torch catches on eyes. Loewe's previous question jumps immediately to mind but it's only a moment before common sense reassures him, and he steps forward. The rats scatter, scrambling down the tunnel and disappearing into a rain water tunnel.
Water is slowly leaking down the walls of these tunnels, dampening the narrow path along the side of the tunnel. The smell is definitely worse here, and Conan edges along the wall to where the rats were before they scattered. There's something big caught against the grate to the next section of tunnel, an indistinct lumpy grey shape but when Conan shines his torch directly on it, the sharp edge of bone is visible.
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Shining the torch around the previously unexplored tunnel, he starts as the torch catches on eyes. Loewe's previous question jumps immediately to mind but it's only a moment before common sense reassures him, and he steps forward. The rats scatter, scrambling down the tunnel and disappearing into a rain water tunnel.
Water is slowly leaking down the walls of these tunnels, dampening the narrow path along the side of the tunnel. The smell is definitely worse here, and Conan edges along the wall to where the rats were before they scattered. There's something big caught against the grate to the next section of tunnel, an indistinct lumpy grey shape but when Conan shines his torch directly on it, the sharp edge of bone is visible.
"Camera ready?"