Had he not grown up among the huge architecture of the aristocracy, he likely would have been feeling much how Ragnar was at the moment. The Vuldrok looked in awe at the roadway that looked too large to enter any earthwork save a mountain. The tunnel that led transports between the palace and the outer city looked vast enough for a starship to use as a runway. Orion sincerely hoped that was not apart of its intended use. 

Huge fluorescent lights had powered on halfway through their trek within the concrete and steel tunnel, but it was so large that even the lights still didn't illuminate every corner; giving the road a bare minimum of lighting so as to help the transportation vehicles to travel easily. It was problem from some bureaucratic ruling that led to certain safety guidelines for men working directly under the Duke. 

The two warriors ran on the emergency railway at the side of the road, laying low whenever there was a truck, which only happened twice. Halfway through, they found an iron grater they could break. To most men it would have ended there, but Ragnar and Orion had enough muscle power to break open something twice as thick. 

It took them another two hours to slog through the sewers. It seemed endless, like purgatory that smelled of shit and raw wet. After thirty minutes, Orion felt as if he would suffocate from the wretched air, but he powered on until there was a ladder that descended as if from the very heavens of the Pancreator. 

"I smell fresh air!" Ragnar cried in victory. He was silenced by Orion slugging him across the jaw. The barbarian tumbled into the sewage and spurted water out of his mouth, angrily growling until the Knight covered his lips. 

"If the Duke or any of his servants hears a Vuldrok yelling below their feet, you'll ascend into execution, not fresh air understand?" He asked, grimly. Ragnar looked in his eyes and knew that if he had to, Orion would stick a knife in his throat to see that he did not make a noise. Vuldrok's were often boisterous, but Ragnar had generally been reserved. It seems their passion still resided in him, deep within. 

Ragnar nodded, and Orion released him to step onto the stone platform. Ragnar sloshed out of the water as quietly as he could, and the two now stood under a beam of light that seemed all at once holy and damning. "We knock out who we can...we kill only who we must." Orion said, and he began to climb the ladder. 

Thirty feet up, he pushed open the iron door and found his world flooded with breathable air as sweet as wine, and similar lighting to the tunnel. Only now there were dormant trucks and a few men in the distances on railings, busy with their own work in the Duke's hangar bay. 
[@Penny]