'Well, well, well... what have we here?'
Pohl is on his hands and knees in front of the pipes, rooting around behind them and getting as much of a view of this small drop as possible. After a couple seconds he sits back up, takes off his backpack, and grabs and lights a torch.
'Small shaft leading down back here folks. I think this piece of cloth got ripped off of our shifter friend.' He then leans back over the shaft with torch in hand to see how sturdy the rungs and and if he can see the bottom of the shaft. 'Question is... was our shifter friend just an innocent bystander who freaked out when he caught us looking at him, or does he know more than we give him credit for? I wonder. Any of you happen to see any numbering designations out there? We're looking for E-213. This may all be a wild goose chase, I'll agree with you... but this has been our best lead thus far. Short of giving that goblin his early retirement, that is.'