"Zombie! What are you doing here?"
In the foul-smelling, damp sewer, D.D. stood pinching his nose, holding the Eternal Lamp and finding nowhere to put his feet. He stared in shock at the big man sitting beside the broken wooden table and shouted.
Gollor glanced at D.D. without a word, removed his weapon, and pulled a duck leg from the food bag D.D. had brought.
In every corner of the sewer, the Star Lake Guard members assigned to escort the Prince carried Eternal Lamps and conducted safety checks ("Aside from cockroaches, spiders, rats, darkness, filth, stench, and piss and shit, what exactly is unsafe about this dump?" Nesi wondered as he crouched by the pool, pinching his nose while stirring the sewage). At the same time, they all stared in astonishment at this sunless place, marveling that His Highness, usually so timid and unremarkable, had actually been hiding such a trick for a crucial moment.
On the other side of the passage, someone sat up from a bed of hay and let out an annoyed grunt.
"Whoa, you're here too, mute— I mean, handsome Brother Rolf!"
Doyle waved cheerfully, and the swaying lamplight cast shifting shadows throughout the passage.
Rolf frowned at him for a long while, then gave a warning snort before lying back down. He even turned over to face the wall.
"He just finished his shift." Gollor bit into the meat and spoke succinctly.
"So, you people disappeared starting from North Gate Bridge..." Wyatt stood guard by the small wooden door through which the Prince had vanished, frowning as he held a small notebook.
"His Highness's orders."
At the other end of the wooden table, Miranda took a sip of the freshly brewed yerba mate and spoke calmly.
"And my dearest, most beloved Mira!"
D.D. turned around,