“Er, ja. Vhatever chou say.” Jötz was unsure which was more unsettling, the ticking contraption that gave them enough life to see by and smelling like toothpaste that would probably explode if they dropped it… or the way Ivy’s teeth now glowed with a similar light eerily in the darkness. He had heard about certain breath mints causing sparks when people bit into them. He had not, however, ever heard of the entire mouth sparking even after the mint was eaten!

Deciding to ignore her sparking mouth (which faded after a few moments), he led the way down the ramp and into the wet darkness. He wanted to keep the Spark behind him so that if she fell or slipped he might catch her up; he only needed the ambient light of her device to see in the gloom, not the full glare. Not that there was much to see. The sloping passageway was bland and completely utilitarian, nothing to bring on a sense of fear or danger at all!

“Must not have been made by a Spark,” he muttered.

At the bottom of the incline, the pair were discovered a large underground tunnel through which murky water flowed thickly. The ceiling was arched and made of crumbling brick, just as was the walkway onto which they stepped. The smell wasn’t as stagnant as the swamp as the water did move even if sluggishly. It resembled nothing so much as riverside dock, with a wide stone platform that jutted slightly into the currents from the walkway. The walkway extended off in either direction along the wall closest to them - a towpath.

Jötz gaped as he looked about at the construction, the design, the possible purposes. “Canallers,” he breathed in hushed awe. “Dis… Dis must be one oft da Great Canals I vas telling you about earlier MIzz Ivy! If’n ve follow de vater, ve stands a chance oft finding another city.” He looked back over his shoulder up the passageway. “Und maybe less toads!” 

He looked about again but not finding what he sought, the Jaeger shook his head. “I dont see any barges or boats. But maybe ve can just take the towpath for now? If’n its blocked later on, ve can always turn around.” Jötz stuck a hand into one of his pouches and pulled out a fist full of pork jerky. “Chou eat up, though, eh? As ve valk. Right nows chou needs da energy and yummy goodness, I’m tinking.”