Chapter 50: The Undercity Purge
The entrance to the lower sewers beneath the industrial sector looked like the rotting mouth of a mechanical beast.
Rusted iron grates had been violently peeled back.
A thick, yellowish fog drifted out from the darkness.
The air smelled of sulfur, stagnant water, and the sharp tang of acidic decay.
I stood at the edge of the descent. My hand rested on the hilt of my newly forged steel longsword.
Beside me, Kaelith adjusted the leather straps of her twin daggers.
Her eyes were already adjusting to the gloom.
Rolf stood on my other side, resting his massive, double-bladed battleaxe on his broad shoulder.
"So, how was the date?" Kaelith asked without looking away from the dark tunnel.
Rolf grinned, baring his canine teeth.
"Fantastic. The receptionist knows all the best underground taverns. She even pays for her own ale. I think I am in love."
"Focus, you two," I said, though I could not help but smirk.
