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What might one use such a hiding hole for? If it was mine work, surely, they would have crates of ore and busy workers. But instead, the large admin building hums with activity. Smoke curls from carefully prepared ventilation grates. Carts are lingering outside, carrying barrels and sealed crates of . . .
Is that the subtle twing of chemicals in the air? The pockmarks of spillage on the ground? Ruts in the dirt from larger wagons, delivering larger loads, cunningly wound up through hidden pathways, and squirrelled away in this little rat nest?
( Pathfinder Regini counts off, Pathfinder Fiden nods, Methodian braces, timing is the tricky thing-- Fiden is from the old school, he moves fast and wants to break things. The door shatters inward on his shoulder and the trio burst into the room beyond, weapons ready....)
