Refusing to indulge any rumors about whether the halfling was actually the infamous Leena Underhill, the governor just shook his head and changed the subject.  "No doubt the Castellan is further down in the old tunnel," he said.  "I'd heard that the dwarves who built this place always wanted to make it larger and deeper, but just never got to it.  You'd have to ask why."<br/><br/>The governor's refusal to address the problem didn't stop the rumors, the stares, but people were more than happy to give Leena a wide berth.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go check what I can see from the parapet," he said.  "If you can find a way out and need a place to rest afterwards, I'll make sure accommodations are provided."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Further down in the tunnels, near the cellar, is a shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair.  Perhaps in anticipation of the question that the heroes would arise, he's checking up on an old cellar door, rusted and faded with disuse.  This far down, the fine dwarven craftsmanship looks to be unfinished, roughly hewn instead of carefully polished and designed to withstand the ages.