The girl shot Rudolpho a surprised and annoyed look when he asked “are we there yet?”, and hissed, “De ye went more company – that tis whet chatter shell buy ye.” She led them through dank corridors, that stank of refuse and animal leavings. Occasionally a rat would startle as the group went past. Beyond the pipes echoed eerily.
But despite the phantom pipes the silence of the corridors managed to wrap itself around the three. Rather like the cloying, thick fog that came with the Spring. Nor was the stillness dispelled as Beud cautiously pushed open a door, and revealed the flickering light of the kitchen fireplace.