"Wait! I still have some questions," Aildrin said.
"And so do I!" Silas said. "But should we just stand here, ask questions, drink mead, get drunk, and wait for our deaths? Or shall we start this journey and save our arse down the road?"
"You mean my journey?"
"Partly, now move! Time is running out."
"Where?" Aildrin said. He and Silas were heading towards a wall.
"A secret tunnel. This is how I come and go to this place—Alistor's Sewers. Now hide the Soulsworth lest piss and dregs swim with it! And you don't want to lose that! That weapon can't go to the wrong hands. And don't you dare store it in that ugly dimensional space that your father created!"
"Sewers?" Aildrin said. "So where should I hide it? In that dirty cloth?"
