Having all reached a point of agreement, at least one that seemed acceptable, the friends followed the ruffian and his gang deeper into the most sordid parts of Setras Ra. Via twists and turns, made without the help of street lamps or, indeed, any visible form of identification, they were led to a ramshackle old building, tucked above a thin stream that seemed to serve as an open air sewer, at least by the smell.
It was, on the inside, surprisingly clean, although the gaps in the walls were large enough that one did not particularly have need of doors, and certainly had no privacy. There was also a trapdoor hidden in one back corner of the room, although aside from pointing it out, there was nothing else said about the matter. Whether it led away to safety, or was where they kept captives in secret was left entirely to the judgement of Kimbal and those with him.
Basic foodstuffs, little more than bread and some rancid butter, was handed them, along with water that was in no way the cleanest. After that they were left on their own, with little more than a promise that the ruffian would return, bringing with him at least one of the aggrieved mothers.
In terms of time, it now seemed to be close to the middle of the night, pitch black outside and with only the most minimal of candle stubs on the inside. It was, on the whole, a large comedown from where they had been one day previously.