Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Yeah, let's go.
Rigobert and his companions leave the tavern, scaring away all the scum who hadn't yet managed to hide in their holes, and arrive at a rather decent-looking house in the middle of the slums.
-- There used to be some empty-headed fanatics hanging around here, or something like that, but since we wiped them out, it's now nobody's.
They continue on, descending into the basement. Rigobert lights a torch.
-- There are some pickles over there, by the way – a great snack, but you might regret it later. But we need to go this way, -- he points to the stairs leading to a narrow corridor. -- We cleared out the traps, but just in case, it's better to stick to the left side.
After passing through two corridors, they enter a spacious hall with a pedestal. The floor is abundantly decorated with dried blood; it's cold, damp, dirty, and so depressing that even the rats haven't bothered to visit.
-- Awesome, right?