Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150930201237

'Okay, I guess we can do it that way,' Meledran mumbled to himself. He climbed out of the sewers, rushing down the weeds and clumps of muck that had entngled themselves in his armour.

The cellar was filled with basic supplies. Food, water, oil, and warm clothing. This church had been designed to house the sick and poor in times of need.

Outside the cellar, there was a short corridor leading to the main chapel. A dead priest lay slumped up against the wall, his cowl stained with blood, and a gaping hole in his midriff.