*He entered the hallway, the nearby scent of sewerage drifting past his nose as he closed the door behind him softly. Looking down the long corridor, strewn paper and refuse littered the floor and walls in the low light, the place had changed for the worse even after considering it's location, it looked abandoned. The figure, stood silently whilst surveying the corridor ahead - nothing, not a sound baring the low hum of the sewer tunnels and distant footsteps from the streets above. He continued forward, his pace confident and entirely silent to all but the most trained ear, his head remained in a low tilt as he walked.

As he approached the junction ahead, his eyes glanced to his right predictively, readying themselves for his body to react and make for the nearest shadowy formation, his presence here was one he wanted kept unknown. Raising his right hand to his right shoulder, he slowly gripped the long hilt of his sheathed two-handed sword and paused with his hand remaining there as he edged around the corner, taking a wide angle to keep his distance. As he rounded the corner, he took in the details before him, the doorway ahead, contained two large doors which were heavily bolted with thick beams and heavy chains, and even larger locks.

Boarded to the door was a sign denoting the following claim: This property is under an on-going investigation by the Adventuring Division of the Ministry of Law." Stepping closer, the man tugged at his hood slightly, pulling it back for the hem to rest on his brow, his murky grey eyes took note of the name and he continued to search the door for any further writing or indentations of worth. Spotting nothing further he stood for a moment, considering an attempt at striking the chains to gain entry but quickly thinking twice about this choice, he turned, lowered his hood and made in the direction of the sewer tunnels that that would lead to the Underlake. His pace quickened as he left the corridor.*

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