The guard led the way in the confident manner of a man who is afraid of nothing. The corpral followed in his wake, like a jackal follows a lion, afraid of the deep shadows.
As the pair entered the kitchen, the noise from teh main bar resumes, while the noise in the kitchen came to an abrupt stop. They had now left a room where the maority of the people were likely to be armed, and entered a room where everybody was armed, and worse still, they knew how to use it. The corpral put on a face of borrowed bravado, and continued to follow his superior, who seemingly uneffected by the large men holding sharp knives, kept pacing to the door at the end of the kitchen.
With the low ominous creak that all large doors have is stressful situations, the door to the cellar was opened, and at the base of a long dark stairwell, a faint blue glow eminated from the darkness. The guard held the door opened, and looked at the corpral. The look didn't so much suggest, as state "You're going first". With a audable gulp, and a shaky knee, the corpral began to discend into the darkness. With a nod, and a cheeky wink, the guard descended shortly after, to the laughs and chuckles of the assorted kitchen staff.
Step by step, wishing he had stayed in the kitchen full of knife weilding miscreants, the corpral slowly descended into the black abyss. Reaching the bottom of the stairs did little to sooth his nerves, as the room was now filled with the same blue haze he saw before, only now it illuminated strange bottles filled with animal parts. Or atleast, what he hoped were animal parts at any rate. The blue glow seemed to be comign from a small glass box at the far side fo the room, and like a moth drawn to the flame, the corpral found himself slowly walking towards it. While his eyes were fixated on the glowing glass box, his periferal vision caught more strange things in jars on just about every surface. Strange metallic items dangled from rusty nails, and on a far wall were a pair of butchers aprons covered in what the corpral could only hope was animal blood, because the liquid, black in the blue luminescence, was slowly dripping into a puddle on the dirt floor.
Stepping closer to the glowing box, the corpral reached out to touch it. His fingers inched towards the glass. As his hand got closer, the corpral could make out a distinct change in the appearence of the blue light. It seemed to be following his shaking hand.
As the pair entered the kitchen, the noise from teh main bar resumes, while the noise in the kitchen came to an abrupt stop. They had now left a room where the maority of the people were likely to be armed, and entered a room where everybody was armed, and worse still, they knew how to use it. The corpral put on a face of borrowed bravado, and continued to follow his superior, who seemingly uneffected by the large men holding sharp knives, kept pacing to the door at the end of the kitchen.
With the low ominous creak that all large doors have is stressful situations, the door to the cellar was opened, and at the base of a long dark stairwell, a faint blue glow eminated from the darkness. The guard held the door opened, and looked at the corpral. The look didn't so much suggest, as state "You're going first". With a audable gulp, and a shaky knee, the corpral began to discend into the darkness. With a nod, and a cheeky wink, the guard descended shortly after, to the laughs and chuckles of the assorted kitchen staff.
Step by step, wishing he had stayed in the kitchen full of knife weilding miscreants, the corpral slowly descended into the black abyss. Reaching the bottom of the stairs did little to sooth his nerves, as the room was now filled with the same blue haze he saw before, only now it illuminated strange bottles filled with animal parts. Or atleast, what he hoped were animal parts at any rate. The blue glow seemed to be comign from a small glass box at the far side fo the room, and like a moth drawn to the flame, the corpral found himself slowly walking towards it. While his eyes were fixated on the glowing glass box, his periferal vision caught more strange things in jars on just about every surface. Strange metallic items dangled from rusty nails, and on a far wall were a pair of butchers aprons covered in what the corpral could only hope was animal blood, because the liquid, black in the blue luminescence, was slowly dripping into a puddle on the dirt floor.
Stepping closer to the glowing box, the corpral reached out to touch it. His fingers inched towards the glass. As his hand got closer, the corpral could make out a distinct change in the appearence of the blue light. It seemed to be following his shaking hand.
