After checking on everyone and making sure nobody in his party was injured, Eiro led them all down into the tower's basemnet rooms. There, hidden by some old boxes and crates with cobwebs practically as thick as a head of hair, was a trapdoor that seemed to be leading down into the mineshafts.
"What do you think this place was before the Devil took it over? It doesn't look like he built it himself," Jess wondered curiously, trying to peek into some of the crates to get any sort of hint. James slowly replied, seeing as nobody else was offering a reply, "It's kind of out in the middle of nowhere, so maybe some research thing? I heard that a lot of mages that are trying to develop new spells move to desolate places like this. You know, in case something goes wrong..."
