While the Keep was large, a determined group of guards would eventually find him. That left him with one choice and he gulped at the thought. Into the depths I go…
There was a stream that ran beneath the Keep, which fed the well and whisked away the filth from its occupants. While the grates prevented a grown man from slipping through, as a young boy he would often slip through the bars to explore the tunnels. Was I even seven when I last ventured down there?
It would be a tight squeeze for him now and risked exposure while trying to slip through. That meant that incursion through those grates was not an ideal choice. Instead, he needed to look at the source. Marc turned left and ran around the perimeter. He pushed onwards, refusing to stop, even with a stitch at his side.
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