He's looking for Florence as they go, hoping she might be able to tell them something. But while he can hear rushing feet and the bellowing of angry men, there's no screaming of anyone else. If there are any slaves left in the building, they're being very quiet.
Or they're somewhere else.
He glances into a big main room, and it's obvious what it was once used for: ripped up seats and a long stage on the far end, rich carvings on the walls and the ruins of something grand and ornate. And it's obvious what it was just used for: a row of toilet buckets in a corner, dirty rags on the floor. But as far as he can see, it's empty.
He glances up sharply when Tom says it, and whirls when the lights go out. Great. Flying blind and now in the dark. You deal with what's in front of you.
He hadn't heard anything besides the lights blowing. He stills and listens. Maybe... a faint pounding, somewhere. Not mechanical.
"Yeah," he says breathlessly, looking down a long hallway. "This way?"
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Or they're somewhere else.
He glances into a big main room, and it's obvious what it was once used for: ripped up seats and a long stage on the far end, rich carvings on the walls and the ruins of something grand and ornate. And it's obvious what it was just used for: a row of toilet buckets in a corner, dirty rags on the floor. But as far as he can see, it's empty.
He glances up sharply when Tom says it, and whirls when the lights go out. Great. Flying blind and now in the dark. You deal with what's in front of you.
He hadn't heard anything besides the lights blowing. He stills and listens. Maybe... a faint pounding, somewhere. Not mechanical.
"Yeah," he says breathlessly, looking down a long hallway. "This way?"