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Putting the chest and its mysterious contents behind him, Renault turned his focus to the tunnels that stretched out from the chamber they were in. Two seemed to lead back towards the farm and field, explaining the earlier ambush that first indicated they were not alone here. A third tunnel stuck out: one whose orientation shifted slightly downward. If any of these tunnels would lead to the heart of the nest, Renault was willing to bet what gold he had that this was it. 

Absently checking the lantern to make sure they had enough oil to last - they did - Renault took point and hobbled towards the entryway, stopping before the threshold waiting for his companions to follow. "I've not heard of rats burrowing like this before." He muttered, part to himself and part to the others. It was true, the rat burrows he'd encountered were of smaller size, less ambitious construction. These tunnels wouldn't be out-of-place belonging to goblins or other such foul creatures who lived their desperate, scrounging lives underground. The very air here put Renault on edge: men were not meant to hide away from sun-and-sky. 

"Let's move out, then, before we find ourselves trapped again." He spoke again, this time with more certainty in his voice. He wasn't looking forward to navigating the cramped tunnels, again, particularly with the looming threat of attack. But it would be harder for the rats to properly ambush a moving target.