[... They surface in a dark cellar, surrounded by dozens of barrels filled with cheap sake. It smells very, very bad in this room. But it is quiet and they can take a moment to catch their breath and recover. A few skulls float to the surface of the hole they just crawled out of, both child sized and adult sized. They stare at the gang with empty eyes, almost as if resenting them for surviving.
Why should four men with blood on their hands live, when a child and their mother could not? So many dead children, whose names they will never learn.
Regarding their inventory, their torches are all gone and the map is soaked through and totally useless. The flint stones will recover and so will the grenades. Richie's lock picking kit is missing a few pieces, but hopefully nothing that he'll need in the future. All their weapons are intact.
When they're ready to move on, there is a wooden door right across from them on the other side of the room. A little bit of orange hued, flickering light filters through it.]
> FIRST FLOOR
Why should four men with blood on their hands live, when a child and their mother could not? So many dead children, whose names they will never learn.
Regarding their inventory, their torches are all gone and the map is soaked through and totally useless. The flint stones will recover and so will the grenades. Richie's lock picking kit is missing a few pieces, but hopefully nothing that he'll need in the future. All their weapons are intact.
When they're ready to move on, there is a wooden door right across from them on the other side of the room. A little bit of orange hued, flickering light filters through it.]