A trio of ravens meandered their way across the Settlement, resting on a roof before taking flight again and finding another perch, following no particular path until their flight brought them to the shop of a baker, and they dropped into the back yard to hunt for discarded crumbs - or the mice that fed on them, if the little rodents weren't swift enough to find cover. Two ravens continued their search for snacks while the third - a greyish bird, perhaps ancient or just unwell - hopped towards a half-hidden cellar door.
A tall, slender man made his way down the stairs instead, skin and hair darkened by art and artifice, clothing plain and unmemorable. He swept off his hat and eyepatch as he made his way to the bottom, straightening his slouched posture and stretching the crick from his neck before he gave Deimos a solemn nod and headed for one of the provided shovels. "Are we going to try and connect into the Underground from here?" he asked his friend curiously. "And then try to come up beneath the jail from there? So Zariah can't trace the tunnel back to Amalia's bakery if she finds it?"
A tall, slender man made his way down the stairs instead, skin and hair darkened by art and artifice, clothing plain and unmemorable. He swept off his hat and eyepatch as he made his way to the bottom, straightening his slouched posture and stretching the crick from his neck before he gave Deimos a solemn nod and headed for one of the provided shovels. "Are we going to try and connect into the Underground from here?" he asked his friend curiously. "And then try to come up beneath the jail from there? So Zariah can't trace the tunnel back to Amalia's bakery if she finds it?"
