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The daylight from the Core quickly disappears and is replaced by dim, hazy torchlight from blazing sconces lining the walls. Smoke trails from them and disappears up into slits cut into the wall, pulled away by some mechanism unknown to you. You go down at least fifty feet underground before the stairs finally end, leading to a hallway that stretches off into the distance.
With a grunt, the guard urges you to keep walking with him instead of staring, and the two of you walk for about half a minute down the lengthy corridor. You only pass by about two others guards, one of which was loudly snoring as he slept on a chair instead of actually keeping watch, before the one leading you stops you at a grated door. He raps his knuckles on it twice, before leaning in to peer through the grates.
"Visit for you, Doric."
"He got anything to drink?"
The guard looks back at you, and you shake your head.
"No."
"Then tell him to piss off."
"Tell him yourself, you lousy drunkard. You'd think you would have learned your lesson..." The guard scoffs, stepping aside and gesturing for you to move forward. He moves to the back wall and leans against it, crossing his arms as he boredly waits for you to do your business.
You step up to the door and peer through the bars, seeing a gruff looking disheleved old man. His skin and hair are both dark like yours, and you can tell he probably had a similar build at one point in time but must have thinned with age. A strong scent of alcohol then wafts through the barrier, making your eyes sting with its pungency.
"Tshh- you sure you need a drink? Smells like the damn brewery in there." You comment, wrinkling your nose.
"Not my fault. The son of a bitch that called the guards on me also spilled my drinks all over me." Doric holds his hands up defensively.
"He refused to let go of them when he was being thrown out of the establishment. Actually, I heard he tried to grab even more." The guard comments from behind you.
"I wasn't done yet!" Doric shouts back at the guard, before sighing and looking you in the eyes with a weary expression. "Look, why are you here? I don't know much about Lume's laws, but I do know that Marko agreed to drop the bill if I could beat his son, and I fuckin' did. It's not my problem if the honorless son of a bitch pretended our deal never happened."
"Well, I wanted to see what I could do about helping you out. Maybe see what it'd cost to bail you. See, our crew is in need of a Carpenter, and we heard you're the best of the best around here." You explain.
He raises an eyebrow with a somewhat confused expression. "Aye? Who said that?"
"Just someone that knows everybody. You know who." You say cheekily, obscuring Lobo's name due to the legal presence nearby.
