Hard work pays off.
They forced open the first iron door with ease and delved into the eternal darkness shrouded in a thick scent.
Wedge covered his nose. Biggs coughed. When the fog cleared, they exchanged excited glances.
"Gee, the scent matches Oxhorn's." Felix jokes. "So, who wants to come in?"
Since Wedge's leg was still not completely recovered and Biggs was out of breath after digging, they decided to stay above while Oxhorn and Felix dived into the basement.
Their footsteps broke the silence, and their torchlight brought color to the mossy walls and iron floor that longed for human warmth.
Brave or foolish, they explore further without any equipment to protect themselves. Just a pair of daggers and an approximation, 'this journey was not far. Shouting is enough if you get into trouble.
