Wrewdison finds himself in the western stretch of sewers under the city. The air is damp and musty with a faint smell of sewage. The stone walls are slick with moisture as rivulets of water trickle down them. The only light comes from moldy torches mounted on the walls. There is a dimly lit wooden door to the east. Wrewdison is carrying maps and schematics, a rare bottle of Angel's Envy Cask Strength, and a cute kitten. There are no NPCs present at the moment.

taken in #sewer-west