<span style="color: darkslategray">" What kind of host would I be, if I did not attend to the best of my guests interest? "</span>He said in a mannered tone. Indeed, Undercity kept alot of things secret for the people it did not want to tell to. Lennart was lucky to find this place, by another forsaken man who show him the way here after they had a conversation at the auction house he though for a moment back to when he first found out about the black market, holding her hand tighter than necessary as he did.. His other one placed along the wall as they stepped deeper into the complete darkness. Suddenly, a rattling sound. Of hollow wood actually, the sound of logs tackling each other. It was coming from along the wall. Lennart made a sigh of relief, his hand grabbing on one of them and slided it quickly against the raspy surface of the wall, causing a spark of light to happen and soon enough a fire from the torch took brighten up the place.<br/><br/>Knowing how awkward this must've been for the lady he escorted. He turned around and looked at into her eyes. Her face and body shaped and coloured from the only source of light here.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">" Most source of lights, light from a torch? Does not get affected. "</span>He gave her a smile and nodded reassuringly that the torch would work all the way through. Moving further, spiraling stairs awaited them as they took their steps deeper down into the dungeons of Undercity.<br/><span style="color: Darkslategray">" Careful miss Vinadine! It would be a tradegy if you slipped down here. The stairs are pretty steep, we will soon be at our destination and your armor will be acclaimed, as you wished from the start. "</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>