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Message: <blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 4896295" data-attributes="member: 41485">Cliff and Calahan offer to take the samples back to HQ and let Gis know what has happened.Eugene and Skyler depart for the sewer.The entrance to the sewer takes Eugene and Skyler off the D’Marosso property, to the far side of the mansion’s outer wall. <img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/536405226_3b58625a18.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> The sewer entrance is below the main wall.They descend the ladder, move back the grate, and enter the fetid world under the city.*     *     *Rhiannon, Darian, Ru, and Fr. Berman head into the kitchen to speak with the cook.Inside, Cassilda is busy, walking around the counters, preparing soup for the next course. While she hums a little ditty, she pulls up a large red sausage-like block. A red cake in a sausage casing. <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/99071882_0541d35b5a.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Cassilda unwraps the cake from the sausage casing. *     *     *Eugene and Skyler carefully pick their way down the tunnel, lighting the way. The swirling filth at their feet smells of death and alchemy and the effluvia of a hundred nobles—no cleaner than the hoi polloi. They come across a chain ladder leading up a skinny passage, and nearby, the end of the pipe that must be the late Lord Gustav D’Marosso. <img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/2139494943_e880b9b639.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> The sewer extends into the darkness. *     *     *Almost in fascination the police pause to watch Cassilda slice a piece of the cake into a bowl, warm it over an open flame to melt it, and place spices on top. <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/37/98154317_b75621d641.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> The soup has been plated for serving. Camilla clears her throat, and Cassilda lets out a short startled shriek as she notices the gathered. “Oh! I didn’t see you there! Are you ready for the next course, then?”*     *     *The duo underground looks around. Here and there, individual worms can be seen, blindly inching their way among the grime and feces coating the floor. Occasionally, one lifts its head and writhes—whether to look for prey or to lament its existence, it is hard to say.A wet shuffle is heard, from further down the narrowing tunnel. <img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2087/3712903551_48b695cbe1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> A shadow can be seen, heading deeper into the sewer. [sblock=credits]Photos by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loupiote/99071882/in/set-72057594073092132/" target="_blank">loupiote</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loupiote/98154317/in/set-72057594073092132/" target="_blank">loupiote</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/photometry/536405226/" target="_blank">skylens</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rudeboyninja/2139494943/" target="_blank">rudeboyninja</a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/substreet/3712903551/" target="_blank">substreet</a>[/sblock]</blockquote>

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