Camilla smiled in the near darkness. Dinner and a big room sounded just fine to her.

[b]"It's a date, assuming we can find somewhere with less Skaven and Cultists," [/b]she said with a pained grin. She leaned close to observe the crack Cydric had discovered, pressing her fingers into it experimentally and trying to ignore the discomfort of bending over. There was a slight air current that brushed her fingers as she did so. Straightening up she returned to the smithy and took one of the dusty hammers from a rack. Hefting the awkward tool over to the crevice she drew it back and struck the stone with the heavy head. There was a cracking sound and another blow knocked a chunk of rubble the size of her fist into a space behind the wall.

They alternated the work, neither being able to marshal a particularly impressive effort but after twenty minutes they had a hole wide enough for both of them to crawl through. It was a tight squeeze but after a few minutes they stood in an ancient tunnel of some kind, apparently blocked off when the cellar had been created. It smelled faintly of old mould although it was hard to tell over the smell of crushed motar dust which had coated the cellar after the dragons attack.

Camilla leaned down and touched her fingers to the stones. They were dry but very smooth to her fingers, evidence of many years of water flowing over the stonework.

[b]"It's a disused aqueduct,"[/b] she said confidently.

[b]"They must have sealed it up when they dug the well in the courtyard,"[/b] she mused. She pulled a coin from her pocket and dropped it to the ground, watching it slowly roll from left to right. She turned left and looked into the darkness, water had to flow down hill after all. Carefully she slipped a hand under Cydric to help him walk.

[b]"Well, next stop Altdorf,"[/b] she declared with false enthusiasm and the two companions began to limp into the darkness.

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