The rush through the castle had seemed like a blur. The pair weaved through corridors and rooms, sometimes backtracking to avoid a skirmish, or sprinting across a hallway with alarms and shouts behind them.<br/><br/>At last, they arrived at a cellar. The soldier's chest heaved with every gasp of air, and his wound seemed to be gaining the better of him. Pulling aside a heavy crate, he revealed a small hole in the ground. It seemed fairly deep, but the bottom was pitch black. The man, his every breath becoming a labor, presented a torch to Rhianna, bringing forth a candle in his other hand.<br/><br/>"Go." He managed to say, "I'll cover it up... once you're in."