Snippet #2482685

Valar turned back from the street he had been covering to see everyone jumping down a manhole. Not quite sure what was going on but well aware that the streets were no place to be caught out by himself he ran over to join them. He dropped into the hole catching himself on the edge with one hand. Still holding himself in the air by one hand he swept the tunnel with his rifle in the other. Finding it clear of threats he allowed himself to drop down to the sewer. All of a sudden he heard barking up above and he called out. "Chester, CHESTER! Here boy." An enormous dog came running and jumped down the hole right into Valars arms. Then he reached up and arm straining pulled the grate closed over them sealing them into the preternatural gloom of the sewer.

Their party had seemingly acquired a new member while they were on the run but Valar couldn't worry about that right now. He squinted around to try and see but was having a hard time of it. However he suddenly noticed the skinny elf casting some sort of cantrip and his vision began to lighten up.

"Thanks" he said as he walked past him to the front of the group. He put his hand on the small girls shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze as he removed his pistol from his belt. He turned to face her holding out the gun, even though it was a pistol it looked huge for her hands. "Do you know how to use one of these?" he asked her, she looked up at him and nodded. "Good, stay right behind me one hand on my shoulder, person behind you has one hand on your shoulder, the last thing we want is to get separated down here." He checked his compass, lined up and he heard the girl passing on his advice. Then a small warm hand settled on his shoulders. It was time to move out. He signaled Chester to take the lead knowing the dogs nose would be able to sniff out cultists before they could. "Oya Chester, let's hunt" he muttered to himself as he moved off in a shooters crouch.

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It was slow going having to move carefully, checking each corner they had no idea where there could be cultists, but they had found a rythm and started to pick up speed. He didn't know how far they'd come but it was time to check where they were. He held up a closed fist signalling the others to stop and removed a grate from the ceiling. He knelt and cupped his hands, gesuting that the girl should step in so he could lift her up and check. Hopefully she saw good things.