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[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien walked to the back wall. He moved a stone and crepted down a wooden ladder.

[Iilyda]

Aine was surprised to see the boy move the stone from the back wall. She hurried to follow after him, her small, bony fingers clutching the rungs. She had never heard of any secret passages inside of Tarums, much less inside an ordinary hut. She clasped her knife between her teeth, and deftly climbed down.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien walked through the tunnels quickly. He came apon a huge open cavern. Torches lined the walla, and many homeless kids at food. Each and everyone of them had scars. He sighed and turned to the girl. "This...is where we live. We steal food and stuff like that. Don't worry, it's good food, from the bakery's." He turned back around and walked on into the crowd. Technically he didn't live here, but he used to, so he was welcome. He only came here in times of desperation.

[Iilyda]

At the sight of the cavern, Aine gasped. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped. A secret underground chamber, just for kids in need of food. It was mind blowing. She surveryed the gaunt looking children with a mixture of awe and understanding. She was just like these people. "What is this place?" Aine asked in amazement, temporalily forgettting she didn't speak to anyone.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien stopped. "Well...no one knows...some guy brings kids here who don't have homes. We don't know what he looked like or who he is."

[Iilyda]

"But... why?" she asked quietly. Aine was entirely befuddled. She walked to catch up with the boy, looking around the cavern wildly. She ran her hands up her bruised arms involuntarily.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien whirled around. "I. don't. know! Now stop asking questions." He ran his hand through his hair. He turned back around and walked on.

[Iilyda]

Aine scowled. It was just two questions. But she knew better than to chase away food when it was in her grasp. She wasn't about to get herself rejected from this amazing new place she had found. Besides, her Grace told her that the boy was more angry for not knowing the answers himself, than her inquisitive nature. She fell into place behind him.

[˩αƨт Ƨαcяαғιcɛ]

Damien's eyebrow twitch. He kept walking. He grabbed some bread off a table, walked into a corner and stuck his sword into the ground before eating his bread.

[Iilyda]

Aine stared at the boy for a moment, then followed suit, grabbing her own loaf of bread and hunkering down several feet away from him. She laid her knife across her lap, and then tucked into the bread. Aine didn't even waste anytime breathing; she couldn't remember the last time she'd had fresh, warm bread before, if ever. She continued eating even down to the husk, and then licked the crumbs off her fingers.