[u]Zhackie, The Sewers[/u] Water slooshes around as Zhackie traverses the sewers, the place he has decided to make his newfound den. Getting in with the locals was easy enough with enough laughs and smiles, and a few modest uses of hypnosis. Now he just needed to actually familiarize himself to the environment, this place was a labyrinth. On his wrist, he had a roll of red duct tape he was using to tag walls and floors in order to avoid getting lost, his memory was reliable enough, he could make his way back with his eyes closed, but he wasn't willing to risk it. Rom was back at the town, walking around and sniffing the locals, he wouldn't cause much trouble he knew. Alone he continued to wander through the tunnels. ((Open))