Edward led the group down to the inn's basement where they found Durnan and two other men standing around what seemed to be a large well. Inside the well hung a very large Bucket, easily able to hold the whole group and their gear Durnan looked rather upset as he guided everyone into the bucket, leaving edward for last he turned to the young man "if you get them killed, you and I will be having more than words, you stinking street rat." He then let Edward in before lowering the bucket downward into the large well.<br/><br/>The last echoes of the crowd’s toasts and betting whisper about you as you descend into the well. As the flickering light from the torches above fades, a chill overtakes you, and you find yourself still sinking with<br/>no end in sight. You drop slowly and steadily deeper on the rope, almost as if you were the bait on an unweighted fishing line in placid waters, but the cold and the quiet of the well that surrounds you is anything but<br/>peaceful. The silence has more of a threatening quality to it.After being lowered for what seems like too long a time, you at last see the bottom. Below you stretches sand-covered ground and whatever fate awaits you in Undermountain.<br/><br/>As you reach the bottom of the well you exit the bucket. Several inches of sand covers the floor of this roughly square room. Broken and dented shields hang on stone walls covered with chalk and charcoal graffiti. The<br/>ceiling looms a mere 10 feet above you,as it does in the hallway that leads out of the room to the south, but a 30-foot-diameter hole in the ceiling forms a chimney that rises up over a hundred feet.<br/>