The young man wasn't going to let something silly, like a little common sense caution, deter him from an adventure, and Jigano smiled ruefully in memory of his own younger days. He had absolutely been that foolishly brave and curious once... still was, though he liked to think that his curiosity was leavened by experience and a hard-earned wariness now. "If anything seems amiss, just give a shout and I'll help pull you up," he cautioned anyways as Killian started to descend. It was, thankfully, an unnecessary warning, as the new outlander touched down and nothing rumbled or shifted or tried to attack him. Breathing a faint sigh of gratitude, the bard eeled his way down into the hole and gripped the rope tight, swinging his legs underneath him and then shimmying down after his companion in short order.
The space they found themselves in was not quite as deep as the Guildhall, but it was wide and long. The shadows had hidden the piles of rotting wood where bookcases had once stood, their contents long since disintegrated in the rain and snowmelt that had seeped down from the rubble above over the centuries and eaten away everything from the ground up. Even now there were standing puddles reflecting back the lantern's light from the recent Flowerbirth showers.
Jigano let out a slow breath as he untied the lantern and lifted it to look around them, his shoulders sagging a little at the decay of what had once been a safe storage area, it looked like, tucked away from the main stacks. "So much lost," he murmured to himself, mournfully. The northern wall, which they were nearest to, was blank stone, covered in moss from the dripping water above. That left three other directions that the light did not reach, though: east, west, and south. "There must have been a way to get down here... a stair, or at least a ladder," the lorekeeper said as he continued to look around from where they had landed beside the rope. "Which direction do you want to try first?"
The space they found themselves in was not quite as deep as the Guildhall, but it was wide and long. The shadows had hidden the piles of rotting wood where bookcases had once stood, their contents long since disintegrated in the rain and snowmelt that had seeped down from the rubble above over the centuries and eaten away everything from the ground up. Even now there were standing puddles reflecting back the lantern's light from the recent Flowerbirth showers.
Jigano let out a slow breath as he untied the lantern and lifted it to look around them, his shoulders sagging a little at the decay of what had once been a safe storage area, it looked like, tucked away from the main stacks. "So much lost," he murmured to himself, mournfully. The northern wall, which they were nearest to, was blank stone, covered in moss from the dripping water above. That left three other directions that the light did not reach, though: east, west, and south. "There must have been a way to get down here... a stair, or at least a ladder," the lorekeeper said as he continued to look around from where they had landed beside the rope. "Which direction do you want to try first?"
