One by one the three companions slowly climb the ladder, the nible Twitchy climbing beside them using his own skills to ascend the shaft. Several dozen feet up the shaft the three companions suddenly get the sensation of falling, as if the ladder's age gives way to the weight of the three. Blinking, suddenly the ladder is brand new, as if artisans installed it only hours before. All three of the companions are saftely still ascending, haunted by a feeling of deva vu that never occurred.
At the top of the shaft it takes Taran a matter of hours to track back through the disgusting tunnels of the sewers and into his underground village. Stepping to the edge of a large pipe Ba'aktar gets his first view of Taran's home.
A large chamber riddles with rope walkways, ladders, platforms, vats, pipes, nests, all in general disarray stretched forth before him. Populated with nearly a dozen families.
Down the ladder before him was the Phanlak Pits*, where a old white haired and withered elf, calls to farmers to assist in gathering a crop that is being harvested.
[sblock]*Phanlak is a children's treat often served during Azrantide**. Made from an interesting collection of syrup and mosses, as well as other odds and ends, many children laugh at the fact that the jar clearly states that they are produced in the sewers. Apparently they think it's a joke.
**Azrantide is the celebration dedicated to the sun god Azran where all of his followers celebrate their birthdays on the same day. Children eat Phanlak while adults get drunk and give children Phanlak so they will leave them alone.[/sblock]
