Rook became their guide. He led them not through the main paths of the Undercroft, but into its secret routes. He used a tool to open a rusted sewer grate in a dark corner of his territory, revealing a crumbling brick tunnel.
"The old ways are always the best ways," Rook said with a ugly smile on his face. He pointed down into the dark tunnel with a glowing chemical light-stick. "Sterling's new, shiny machines are all very good at watching for threats that come from above. They never, ever think to look at the foundations of the world that they built their city on top of."
Going down into the tunnels was a trip into a suffocating darkness. The tunnels were old and weak, barely wide enough to fit Draven's massive shoulders.
Water dripped steadily from the low ceiling Drip. Drip. Drip. Once in a while, a low scratching noise from the walls would signal the passing of things best left unseen.
