They hit bottom in a pile of rotting fish.
"This stinks!" Boyce acknowledged.
They looked around themselves trying no to breathe as they saw the mouldy pieces of bread and meat and other food-stuffs that have been down there for a good lengthy time, which only God could know for certain.
They exited the garbage stores and found themselves in a narrow passage with an open ceiling.
This must be the fire alley that Lehnar spoke of, they thought, and bent down low, they slowly but steadily made their way down.
A quarter-hour later they were at the end of the alley, and to each side of them they saw the walls of the city extending in a forbidding manner.
It was very dark now and only the stars were giving the men enough light to run by.
The plateau spanned kilometres before them, and in the distance they saw the small rise that Lehnar called the Diviner's Ridge.
They ran and kept running. Silently they covered countless meters of ground with each breath that they took.
They had to make it quickly to the ridge but they also had to watch the ground for holes and crevices. If one, or both, were to fall into one of them, they would surely be caught and returned to Sedara.