(( I hope you don't mind if I take some creative license to describe this basement of yours. ))<br/><br/>Vagile closed the door behind him before creeping down carefully, flinching as the rotting wood creaked underfoot. Wine racks stood against the the walls like wooden honeycombs stuffed with glass bottle bees. Flasks, herbs, and gourdlike jugs hung suspended by ropes and cords from the low timber ceiling. Five giant barrels were stacked horizontally on an iron brace by the far wall. Vagile stepped carefully through the dusty maze of glass and wood, not wanting to leave any signs that he had been through here. As he ventured on the smell of wine and wood faded. A stale odor of dusty decay hung in the air. He lit a torchlight, that resting on a cask (thankfully it still had gas in it). His light banished the gloom. The walls and floor of the passage were lined with smooth gray stones. Iron torch holders jutted from the walls, but they were empty. Vagile stopped. Up ahead there was only darkness that even his light couldn't penetrate. Vagile wondered how far this tunnel went, and if there was even anything worthwhile at the end.<br/>"Well if something is buried down here than it probably has a lot of value...maybe even contain the potential to give me power." Vagile said with a smirk before mustering up the courage to continue forward.