>>6308141“Crossroads! HA!” Toppel croons as her brother joins in with a dopey grin, “Small wonder–those barbarians probably host gatherings down there, don’t they?”
“Frolic and festivities for the whole family…” Muses Oti with a cheeky glitter in his gaze. Is he <span class="mu-i">laughing?</span> “Stay your worries–our gracious host ensures Umberal’s waterways operate efficiently and effectively. As long as we give the city’s constructs a wide berth we should emerge unscathed.” His eyes flicker again. “Albeit a bit more pungent.”
He’s not wrong–aside from the trickling condensation from above, the roaring river of sludge at your side, and the occasional distant clank and clatter of what you can only assume are Umberal’s dutiful sewer custodians, your trek deeper into the depths is relatively peaceful…
Until…
>A new smell pierces your plugged nose–meat. Old, rotten meat… and everything that comes with it!>The path dries out a bit, but not before depositing you into a path lined with old, carved stone… and the smoky scent of a distant fire reaches you and your allies…>The river of refuse empties into a vast cistern, but above the scent of tepid water and waste comes another peculiar scent: something… sweet?>A few twists and turns deposit you into a maze of rough-cut caverns… and as the air grows thick with heat and moisture, you can almost swear you can hear a distant song… 