The group started searching through the buildings that seemed likely to hide something.
They came to a tower house, half-burned, and the old man suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something.
Tavor's brass pipe lightly tapped a hollow stone slab. Amid the puzzled glances of everyone, he smiled, revealing that old rotten tooth.
"Heh heh, it takes someone like me to step in. You youngsters still lack experience."
"Twenty-two steps southeast, three moss-covered stones," the old man muttered, walking to a specific spot, prying a seemingly unremarkable mud stone slab with a broken sword.
The slab loosened.
"Quickly lift it; do you expect this old man to push it open alone?"
Upon hearing this, everyone came to their senses, hurriedly fumbling to push the heavy stone slab aside, which landed with a loud thud.
Underneath, a board-covered entrance was revealed. Was this a cellar for hiding things?
