Ivor nodded at Margaret’s warnings, praying that they would be safe. His only logic for going along with this is that if they could tail some sneaks, they might be able to pick up on something they wouldn’t have otherwise.

After a few minutes, the area seemed to get brighter. Ivor thought it was his imagination, but indeed, the cavern seemed to open up a bit, and Ivor couldn’t believe his eyes.

In the winding tunnels and crevices underneath Lebara Island, there was an entire town in hiding. Wooden structures, lit up by torches and lanterns, creating a dim, smoky atmosphere, wound between rock formations and over stretches of water. It seemed to wind on into the distance, meaning there was more that they couldn’t see beyond. Removing his hook, Ivor stretched is stiff arms as the rowboat came to a stop, before grabbing the oar, mumbling, “Well, that’s different.”

As he rowed, getting some distance from the larger vessel that trudged forwards, he was glad that the posts on the docks were each marked with a light of some kind. Stopping his boat, he told Margaret, “Wait here for a sec.” Creating yet another hook, he lashed it around a dock post, tying it to the boat to keep it steady, before running off, crying, “Hey! I need a doctor!” His words echoed a bit on the waves and stone. there were a few people mulling about slowly, but the area didn't seem too busy.