As Shalken walked by the stairwell, he realised that... perhaps, just perhaps this whole thing could be solved by a simple realisation of...
The thought flicked in and out of his mind.
Vosrik finds no airvents, yet he feels a draft from the other side of the room, where a few floorboards appear to have rotten through.
Nomsheep descended the stairs, the growling stopped, and as he looked over the banister he saw that the stairs went down for 5 decks until it hit rusty, stagnant water.
VK follows nomstuff, and a few hairs prick up on the back of his head.
The party tries to rally itself, but will it succeed or will the dramatic backstabbing by PM be the undoing of all... answers on the back of a postcard