[OOC: This is a placeholder post as I don't have the map available right now. It will be updated.]

While in Pashin, Krit had found a hole in the street. A hole leading to the sewers. Curiosity overtook him and he climbed down. The only light downthere was the light from the hole above. He was in a chamber with three (iirc) tunnels leaving the chamber. To reach some of those tunnels he would have to jump across a gully that was wider than what two persons needed to fight next to each other. Though others he could just walk to. On each side of the gully there were walkways wide enough for only one warrior.

The smell of decay and the stench of fecal matter no longer made Kris's nose wrinkle in distaste as it used to do.  Jumping down into the sewers, he landed neatly on a walkway with a dull thud, his dark boots, worn almost into uselessness, actually absorbing some of the impact from his landing.  He ended up in a crouch, forest green eyes taking the time to carefully study his surroundings.  He had mapped down most places between here and Solamnia rather effectively and those maps would prove to come in handy someday.  This place was no different--sewers were an invaluable escape route for most cities and Pashin was no different.  If people found out what he really was, it was rather likely that he would be hunted, and if it came down to that he would be ready to run.  There was no way as a knight he could bring himself to fight good people.

Standing back up straight, the man in his early twenties reaching up and ran his right hand through his scraggly dark hair in order to smooth it back so he could see once more since it had flown about from his landing.  It seemed there were several different passageways--he would have to take care not to get lost.  Having been in situations like these before, the former Solamnic Knight was prepared for it.  Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a piece of chalk and walked to the wall near the corner of the rightmost tunnel and made a circle about three inches in diameter with the white material.  This was to indication that he was taking this tunnel.  Every time it forked, he would choose a path and indicate that with a circle similarly drawn in that fashion.  If it ended up leading to a dead end, he would retrace his steps to the circle before that path and draw an X squarely in the center.  Every time he met a dead end, he would also catch up on his mapmaking, drawing some quick, rough sketches with his inkpen and parchment.

It wouldn't do to forget all this information, after all.

Just jumping the gullies that Kris has to with a running start.

With his everbunring torch in one hand, Kris headed down one of the tunnels with hewn stone walls and relatively smooth flagstone walkways. After some time he turned left and soon entered an enormous chamber with a lot of refuse gathered around the artesian well in the center. It was likely large enough to fit four chambers of the size of the first one he had encountered. The refuse seemed to have dammed the water, causing it to rise and flow over the chamber's walkways.

As he eyed the trash, he heard a loud belch that echoed strangely through the tunnels, followed by high pitched cakling. It sounded like gully dwarves.

Before Kris could decide what to do, he heard a blasting whistle from the direction he had just come.

[To keep things moving, I'll assume Kris follows the whistle.]

Having heard the whistle, Kris left the gully dwarves behind to investigate. And when he returned to the chamber where he had entered the sewer, he ran into two other grandchildren of the Godsbringers. One of them was even his second cousin Gina Dragonword.

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