Between a cap and a neck

[Marie]

Mariya reached for the embers, gathering them up with the scrap of cloth she used as a handkerchief and then handed them to Finn.

[The Smith]

Finn looked back and forth, and then cursed there was nothing under the bar that could be used for a torch. Then his eye fell on one of the scones attached to the wall, the unlit torch sat in there staring at him.

[The Stranger]

Finn grumbled feeling a fool, and than took the torch. He waited until he was hidden by the trap door, and than lit it from the embers Mariya had gathered.

[The Smith]

It sputtered to life slowly. There was a stair running under the floor.

[The Stranger]

Finn looked at Mariya quizzically, and drew the dagger from the sheathe in his belt. "We are well in it now," he whispered as he proceeded downward.

[The Smith]

There was a small room full of kegs of ale, and caskets of wine.

[Marie]

She nodded and started to follow him. Her heart was racing but it was a similar feeling to when she'd killed the lion and she quite liked it, in a strange way.

[The Stranger]

"Search," Finn suggested to Mariya, and he began looking around among the ale and wine

[The Smith]

It was Finn who found the door, it was behind a several stacked caskets of wine.

[The Stranger]

Finn began to move the casks just enough to get the door open.

[The Smith]

He slowly moves one casket at a time until the door can open.

[The Stranger]

Finn peered inside cautiously.

[The Smith]

He saw a table in there. With nine seat around it.

[The Stranger]

Finn examined the seats and the table, looking for any evidence of its purpose.

[Marie]

Mariya, meanwhile, looked for other exits if there were any.