Although Ren had a flashlight on his belt, he conjured a light that would not rely on batteries or anything that might be broken or torn from his grip. He shone it down into the hole while Darzul descended, step by step. It took quite a few of them.
::I’m down. Come on. So far, it seems clear. Muggy, but no gasses or poisons.::
Ren scrambled down as quickly as he dared and played his light around the small, rounded room. Carved from bedrock, it seemed ageless and infinitely secure. From the small room where the ladder met the floor, two passages led off at roughly a hundred and twenty degree angle to each other.
::You were right. Which way do we go first?::
Darzul hesitated. ::I’m thinking the left fork leads back to somewhere around Mendoza’s office, under a good bit of the house, anyway. And this other probably goes outside, a bolt hole if you will. It may even end across the border. There are a lot of smuggling tunnels like that as I’m sure you know.::