Into the Clinic
The door gave onto a flight of stairs down into what they guessed was
the hole that had been left after the collapse of the previous building.
The basement was a largish space with vaulted ceilings and was clearly
being used as a storage space. A set of stairs on the wall away from the
street provided access to the building above, while shelves and stacked
crates and casks covered the other walls and filled the niches in the
walls and were stacked in the middle of the bays formed by the vaults.
It was very dim, the light filtering through the few small openings to the
street were nearly useless in the dusk. They saw no one else in the
Tibbiddo slipped the instrument back where he got it and gestured to the
others to be careful, a place like this could have traps. He then went
about looking for anything that could be laid for invaders such as himself
and the others.
There didn't appear to be any traps that Tibbo could see in the dim
light from the street and then the door closed and they were in
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