In the past, Alvertos would meet a frontman from the Umbra Thieves in the sewer on the first of every month to deliver crucial intel that he would have gathered in that time.
He feared that this person wouldn't be present today since they hadn't communicated in so many years.
If that is so, then I'll leave a message for him and meet him on the first day of next month, he thought.
The passageway he was walking through was claustrophobic, to say the least. His oil lantern cast a dim light ahead, revealing damp stones and vines that grew along the wall.
Every few meters, the tunnel would fork off into side passages, some leading deeper into the mazelike sewers, while others leading seemingly nowehere, ending abruptly in collapsed walls and debris.
Alvertos expertly navigated through the labyrinth, for he knew the way like the back of his hand.
