The motley company of refugees hustled out the back exit of the Speakeasy.  Finding themselves in what would be the water and maintenance tunnels, and less-kindly described as smelly cisterns and sewers, numerous branch-tunnels led off in a variety of directions.  Each branch quickly sub-divided into several sub-branches barely a few meters in.  It would be very easy to get lost in this labyrinth of filth and moisture.  Likewise it would be very easy to lose pursuers and trackers down here as well.<br/><br/>For those users-of-the-Force, each will feel a pull down one tunnel in particular.  It's the same tunnel that Elesei pointed towards and spoke her instincts for aloud.  For some of you, it's the pull of destiny and the Cosmic Force.  For others, it's the sense of the Living Force; the anguish of something, someone, in pain and isolation, holding onto to desperate hope.<br/><br/>The tunnel leads down deeper into the myriad spokes of tunnels that make up a web-like network that navigate the deepest sections of the undercity below Coruscant.  When you finally find the cramped tunnels open up into a vast chamber, from which a soft column of light from the illuminated skies Coruscant above has managed to somehow miraculously bounce around the various levels of the undercity to reflect in an eerie beauty right there in this deep chamber.<br/><br/>(https://i.gyazo.com/fe026c7bb8dc02f8550eb0817e6f6914.png)