By the time the party gathered at the drainage cut, sunlight had reached the western road. Zerai’s warning kept most of Dunmoor indoors, leaving a handful of villagers to guard the approaches with whatever weapons they could find. Near the Goblin’s Teacup, the fellow who usually repaired fences held a borrowed bow across his chest. He kept shifting his grip, apparently unable to find a comfortable way to hold it. A hammer would have suited him better. Smoke curled from the tavern chimney behind him, which meant someone still expected breakfast despite Zerai’s warning.

Lira stood at the edge of the cut with her bow already in hand. “Elora, Boran needs to know we’re following him. Tomas and Niko stay where they are.”

Elora looked toward the village, then into the dark opening below. “I’ll catch up.”

“Do.”

Elora hurried toward the square while the others picked their way down the muddy bank. From above, the drainage cut looked narrow enough. Down among the exposed stones, Lira found years of accumulated silt choking the entrance. Roots had worked their way through the masonry, leaving so little clearance that she would have to turn sideways to get through. Even then, the rough stone promised to take some skin from her shoulders. Rainwater slipped beneath the road without difficulty, though the passage accommodated water considerably better than people.

Tako pushed his bear’s muzzle into the opening and sniffed, stirring the damp leaves with each breath. Whatever scent reached him brought a low growl from his chest. He tried to follow it, scraping forward through the mud until the stone pressed against his shoulders.

Mud packed half the culvert mouth, concealing the original stonework until Thane scraped enough away to inspect it. The mortar crumbled beneath his thumb when he tested a loose joint. “Bank’s been slumping in for years. Another few winters and this whole end’ll come down.”

“And nobody thought to clear it?” Kal asked from behind Tako.

“It drains a field.”

“Apparently it also drains suspicious men out of town.”

A small stone came free in Thane’s hand. He tossed it into the ditch and wiped his fingers on his trousers. “Yeah. Put it on the village improvement list.”

Several feet inside, the ceiling dropped too low for Tako’s bear form. Unfortunately, he appeared determined to dispute the architecture. Wet stone scraped against his fur while he tried to force his shoulders through, and by the time he accepted defeat, backing out required considerably more effort than getting in. Once free, he shook the mud from his coat, distributing most of it across Thane’s boots.

“Lovely,” the dwarf muttered, examining the damage.

Getting Tako through was only the first problem. Beyond the entrance, silt had accumulated until barely enough room remained to crawl, and roots blocked much of that. Another ten minutes went into clearing a route, with Thane breaking apart the worst obstructions while Lira hauled debris back toward the ditch. By the time they could move without scraping their backs against the ceiling, the morning light behind them seemed a long way off.

Tako gave the opening one last irritated sniff before surrendering his bear form. His broad shoulders narrowed, the heavy muzzle drew back into his face, and his fur receded until the vaelin crouched in the ditch with considerably more room to maneuver. The scent still interested him. Whatever Brown Coat left behind, Tako intended to follow it.

“Man. Fresh.”

Lira ducked under the stone lip first. Cold water covered the soles of her boots immediately. Behind her, Zerai whispered something under her breath, and a pale globe of light lifted from her palm to hover beneath the ceiling.

The culvert opened just enough for single-file travel. Broken cobwebs brushed one wall, and near the first bend, a heel had cut deep enough into the mud to survive the trickle of water. Something metallic scraped against stone farther ahead. Lira raised one hand, holding the others in place while she listened.

The first bend led into a network far more extensive than the narrow entrance suggested. Dunmoor had grown over its old drainage system, leaving passages beneath buildings whose foundations came generations after the original stonework. Some channels still carried water from the western fields. Others served no obvious purpose, and the farther they traveled, the more questionable the masonry became. A timber brace stood beneath one particularly ugly section of ceiling, supporting enough loose stone to make Thane stop and inspect it.

A cautious shove against the timber brought a groan from the masonry overhead. Dust sifted down onto Thane’s sleeve, and he withdrew his hand before anything larger followed.

“This one stays. Anybody touches it, I kill ya before the ceiling gets the chance.”

“Good to know there’s a backup plan,” Kal said from farther back.

Kal had found something more interesting than the questionable timber. A handprint marked the damp wall at shoulder height, and beneath it, a trail of disturbed mud crossed the flatter stones toward a dry branch. The marks disappeared where the floor lost its moisture.

“He went that way.”

Lira examined the marks near the split. “Probably. The trail ends where the floor dries.”

Kal checked the adjoining passage before following her. “Then we’d better hope he hasn’t learned to walk without leaving footprints.”

The dry branch ended beside an old well shaft choked with rubble. From somewhere beyond the collapse came the scrape of shifting stone and a muttered curse, followed by Elora demanding to know whether anyone intended to help. Thane and Lira cleared enough of the obstruction for her to squeeze through, though the opening did little for the condition of her clothes.

Dirt covered the front of her tunic, and a scrape ran along one forearm. Several strands of loosened hair clung to her cheek as she settled against the wall to catch her breath. A pebble inside her boot demanded attention before she could explain how she’d reached them.

“Boran knew about an old cellar entrance behind the cooper’s workshop. The villagers used to clear the drains through it.” She shook the pebble into the water. “He warned me the cellar stairs were rotten. He neglected to mention that half of them were missing. I climbed down what remained and followed the drainage channel until a collapse blocked the passage. Took me ages to find another way through.”

Elora accepted a hand up, favoring her scraped arm. “I could hear you arguing about the ceiling through the stone. Particularly Thane’s opinion of the workmanship.”

“Wasn’t an argument,” the dwarf said.

“Of course not.”

“Tomas and Niko are safe,” she assured them. “Boran knows we’re following Brown Coat.”

Voices drifted down the shaft, too distant for Elora to distinguish the words.

“Cellar,” she said quietly. “Or a kitchen. Someone is using it.”

Zerai angled the floating light away from the shaft. “Then Brown Coat avoided it on purpose.”

“Or he knows who’s upstairs,” Kal said.

Farther on, fallen masonry nearly sealed the passage. The vaelin cleared the smaller stones until he reached a slab wedged against the ceiling. When it refused to budge, Thane squeezed beside him and drove one shoulder against it while offering a thoroughly unfavorable opinion of the original builders.

“Don’t insult the dead,” Elora said.

“I’ll insult the living ones too if it helps.”

The slab finally moved, leaving just enough space for them to squeeze through.

Beyond the collapse, the masonry showed signs of more recent attention. Fresh chisel marks surrounded an iron bracket reinforcing a badly weakened wall, though whoever installed it left the neighboring stones untouched. Candle wax collected on a ledge farther along, evidence that someone used the passage often enough to need light. The repairs seemed intended to keep a route open rather than restore the drains, which made the work stand out against the surrounding neglect.

At a narrow recess, Zerai held back while her floating light explored the darkness. She kept her hands well away from the opening, unwilling to trust anything Brown Coat might have passed without disturbing.

“Nothing moving,” she said. “No active working either.”

Kal leaned closer to the recess. “Latch marks.”

Lira glanced once, then toward the passage ahead. “Later.”

Another scrape reached them from farther along the passage, close enough that whoever made it could not have gained much distance. They quickened their pace.

The tunnel opened beneath a shallow stone dome, its mineral-streaked floor sloping toward an iron grate clogged with leaves and black silt. Brown Coat’s tracks crossed the damp chamber toward the opposite passage, but Kal stopped at the threshold before anyone followed.

“Wait.”

A shallow groove cut across the floor ahead of him, too straight to belong to runoff. Mineral scale concealed one end near the wall, while Brown Coat’s footprints passed it without disturbance. Kal studied the space between the nearest print and the groove.

“Don’t step there.”

Thane’s boot stopped inches short. “Wasn’t planning to.”

“You were.”

“I was looking.”

“With your foot.”

Before Thane could answer, a metallic clank sounded beyond the far passage. Kal turned toward it. Brown Coat was already out of sight, but the grinding that followed left little doubt about what he’d done.

“Get back!”

The warning came too late. A stone slab crashed across the entrance behind them, driving a gust of stale air through the chamber. Across the room, another block descended over the far exit. Grit rained from the ceiling as it struck the floor, leaving them trapped between two walls of solid stone.

Zerai raised her light toward the ceiling, searching for a gap above either slab. “Oh, that’s bullshit. He gets to leave, and we get buried under the damn road?”

“Insightful,” Thane muttered, already moving toward the nearest wall.

A sharp crack interrupted them, and mineral scale burst from the wall as water struck the opposite side of the chamber hard enough to scatter loose stones across the floor. Before anyone could reach the opening, another section gave way. The sudden rush swept across their boots and climbed their legs, bringing a cold that made the confined chamber feel smaller with every passing moment.

Lira watched the runoff race toward the central grate. “It’s feeding the center.”

“Old flush chamber,” Thane said, bracing himself against the wall. “Clears silt when the channels clog.”

“Did they usually lock people inside first?” Kal demanded. He was already searching the sealed exit, fingers working through joints packed with centuries of lime.

“No.”

“Good. I’d hate to think this was standard maintenance.”

The water climbed past their boots while Zerai examined the nearest channel. Her floating light revealed a working buried deep in the stone, its lines nearly indistinguishable from the old construction. She swore and leaned closer, struggling to follow the enchantment beneath the mineral deposits.

“Someone changed the mechanism. I can’t tell how much without getting inside the wall.”

Elora found a band of shallow carvings circling the chamber below knee height. She cleared the mineral buildup with her sleeve, exposing marks that continued toward the grate.

“These aren’t decoration.”

Before anyone could examine them, a metallic boom shook the floor.

The water pressed against their legs, then abruptly stopped climbing. Lira felt the change before she understood it. The pressure against her boots shifted toward the grate, dragging loose stones across the floor. She reached for the wall, but the current caught her before she could brace herself.

The current took Zerai’s feet from beneath her. One moment she was standing beside the channel; the next, water closed over her head and swept her toward the grate. Tako caught a handful of her coat, but the pull nearly took him with her. Only a root protruding from the masonry kept them from sliding farther, and he clung to it with the coughing wizard pressed against his chest. Across the chamber, Thane caught Elora around the waist just as the water knocked his own legs out from under him, sending them both crashing against the wall.

Nearer the grate, Lira dropped low enough to catch a narrow seam beneath the surface. The current wrenched at her shoulders, threatening to tear her fingers free while the iron bars thundered beyond her boots. Mortar broke loose overhead and shattered against the grate, its fragments disappearing through the openings. There was enough force behind the water to drag stone through the bars. She could imagine what it would do to a person.

The pull stopped so abruptly that the water washed backward across the chamber. Everyone scrambled for footing, coughing and dragging themselves against whatever stone they could reach.

“Count,” Lira ordered.

Thane spat water. “Count what?”

“The gap.”

For several breaths, the only sound came from the channels pouring water into the chamber. Lira watched the surface near the grate, trying to judge how quickly the current recovered.

“Four. Five. Six.”

The water tightened around her boots.

“Seven!”

Another boom rolled beneath them. This time, they knew what was coming, though knowing did little to lessen the force when the siphon caught. The water had already risen nearly to their chests, and now the current tore toward the grate, threatening to wrench them from the roots and seams that kept them upright. Somewhere behind Lira, Thane cursed as his footing slipped, but she couldn’t spare the attention to find him. Her own grip was failing, and the count came through clenched teeth until the pressure finally broke.

“Seven,” she repeated, struggling to make herself heard over the channels. “We have seven breaths between pulls. When it stops, move. Don’t wait for me to tell you.”

Kal reached the forward slab before the water settled. The seams offered little purchase, but a dark smear along one vertical joint caught his eye. Grease, still soft enough to mark his fingers. He followed it down to a stone plate nearly flush with the wall.

“There’s a catch behind this.”

Zerai splashed toward him, still coughing from her plunge. “Keep your fingers out of there until I know what we’re dealing with.”

“I can feel it moving.”

“And I’d prefer you kept feeling things with all ten fingers.”

The next surge caught them before she finished. Water swept around their thighs, dragging at their legs as they fought for purchase on the slippery floor. Above the roar came a metallic screech. One of the iron bars was bending toward the drain under the pressure.

Thane heard it over the roar. “Whatever you’re doing, hurry the hell up!”

Kal held his position against the wall while Zerai threaded a faint shimmer of magic into the joint. The working reached beyond his fingers, probing the mechanism where the stone concealed it.

“Lower,” he told her. “There’s another catch.”

“I can see it.”

“Then why are you working the top one?”

“Because they’re connected, Kal! Break the first before releasing the second, and the whole thing could seize.”

“And if we leave it alone?”

“We drown. I’m aware of the options.”

A click sounded inside the wall, followed by resistance that stopped Zerai’s magic short of the second catch. She swore and tried a different angle, struggling to hold the working steady while the water climbed toward their waists.

“Four!” Lira called from beside the grate. She kept one hand against the wall, watching the water gather around the iron bars. “Five!”

“Almost,” Zerai muttered. The magic slipped deeper into the mechanism, searching for something she could release without jamming the entire assembly.

“Six!”

“Get down!” Thane shouted.

The next pull struck before anyone could find a better hold. Elora lost her footing, and although Thane caught her arm, the current twisted him away from the wall. Both slid toward the grate until Tako lunged across the water and caught the dwarf’s belt, his other hand still locked around the root. Their combined weight nearly tore him loose. Thane’s grip slipped down Elora’s sleeve while the iron bars groaned beneath them, and for several agonizing moments, none of the three could gain an inch against the current.

Then the pressure broke. Water rushed back across the chamber, throwing them against the stones as the siphon released its hold.

“Now!” Lira shouted.

Zerai drove both hands against the wall and poured her magic into the catches. Something snapped inside the mechanism. The forward slab lurched upward, stopped short of a foot, then shuddered another few inches. It left a miserable opening above the water, but it was enough.

“Go!”

Kal flattened himself against the stone and forced his shoulders beneath the slab. On the far side, he turned immediately to help Elora through. She made it halfway before water caught her legs and began dragging her back into the chamber. He seized her wrists and hauled until she slid clear, scraping against the threshold.

Another surge was coming. Zerai crawled through with Lira close behind, the ranger twisting sideways to keep her bow from catching beneath the stone. Thane remained inside to help Tako, whose grip on the root had left him farther from the opening than the others. Water pressed against the dwarf’s knees as he reached out.

“Come on!”

Tako released the root and lunged for Thane’s outstretched hand, but the current caught him before he reached the threshold. His weight dragged the dwarf down hard enough to strike the stone with one shoulder. Kal caught Thane’s belt from the other side, leaving all three struggling beneath the slab while the water hammered at their legs and the grate screamed behind them.

With another desperate pull, Thane managed to drag Tako’s shoulders beneath the slab. Kal caught the dwarf under one arm and hauled backward, dragging both of them across the threshold. The slab shuddered downward before they could regain their footing, striking the floor so close behind their boots that the impact traveled through the passage.

The roar diminished to a heavy vibration beneath the floor. Muddy water spread around them, draining slowly back toward the chamber through the narrow gaps in the masonry. Thane lay on his back with Tako sprawled beside him, neither making much effort to move. Beyond the barrier, the flushing mechanism continued its relentless work. Another surge shook the stone, followed by the distant shriek of iron giving way.

Kal wiped mud from his mouth. “I’m beginning to dislike your village.”

Flat on his back beside Tako, Thane struggled to catch his breath. “Get in line.”

Beyond the cistern, the passage narrowed until they fell into single file again. Flatter slabs replaced the rough drainage floor, and their soaked boots darkened the grit. Brown Coat’s tracks remained easy to follow. His strides lengthened through the straight stretches, one heel digging deeper whenever he pushed off.

The passage left scarcely enough room to turn around. Zerai kept her light near the ceiling, where its glow reached old niches that might once have held lamps or tools. Most stood empty, though the wizard spared them little attention. If Brown Coat turned to fight, they would have no room to spread out.

The ranger paused at a smear along one corner, examined it, and continued. “He’s slowing.”

Thane dragged one wet sleeve across his face. “Good.”

“Not tired,” Kal said from behind him. “Careful.”

Thane answered with a grunt. Brown Coat’s footprints shortened around the bends, where a careless turn could send a man sprawling against the stone, but his stride opened again whenever the passage straightened. At the next junction, water covered the floor of the left-hand branch. The passage to their right climbed beneath a ceiling thick with roots, while the level corridor ahead remained dry. Lira chose the latter without hesitation.

Kal noticed. “Why?”

“No splash marks.”

“Right.”

The sound ahead changed before the corridor did. Footsteps stopped echoing cleanly and began returning from several directions at once. Then came breath, ragged and close enough to separate from the water ticking behind them.

The passage opened into a junction where six corridors met around a squat column crusted with old lime. Brown Coat stood beyond it, one hand braced against the wall while he struggled to catch his breath. Muddy water dripped from his beard onto the front of his soaked coat. He watched them approach without attempting to run, a considerable change from the man who’d spent the better part of the morning fleeing through Dunmoor.

Lira eased left without taking her eyes off him, putting herself between the stranger and the passage that curved uphill. Kal peeled the opposite direction and stopped where the driest corridor narrowed between two walls.

Brown Coat’s gaze flicked from one opening to the next.

“There,” Kal said softly. “That’s the one he wants.”

Thane was already moving before the words finished. “Then he ain’t getting it.”

A sharp gesture from Brown Coat sent a wash of force skittering across the floor. Dust and grit lifted in a wave, striking shins and knees hard enough to stagger them. Zerai answered with both hands, twisting the air in front of her until the spell broke apart in a shower of pale sparks that fizzled against the stone.

“Oh, no,” she snapped. “I nearly drowned five minutes ago. You do not get to be clever now.”

Elora pushed through the haze beside Lira, one palm glowing faintly as she raised it toward Brown Coat. “Stop running.”

Brown Coat gave them a thin, exhausted smile before lunging across the junction. Rather than take the corridor Kal guarded, he drove shoulder-first into the narrow space between Thane and Tako. Thane met him with enough force to slam both men against the central column. Tako closed from the other side, one broad arm sweeping in to trap him there, but Brown Coat twisted free with a speed that looked more desperate than elegant. A knife flashed once near Thane’s ribs and disappeared again when Elora struck his wrist aside with the edge of her forearm.

“Enough,” Lira said.

Brown Coat backed toward a section of wall built from larger, older blocks than the surrounding masonry. Moisture darkened the stone near the floor, but Zerai’s light revealed no doorway or recess through which he might escape.

With Thane’s hammer raised and Tako closing the remaining gap, Brown Coat had nowhere useful to run. Kal held the dry corridor, expecting another desperate feint, but the stranger’s attention had settled on the wall behind him.

“Don’t,” Kal warned.

Brown Coat thrust one hand toward the wall. Stone swallowed his arm to the elbow, and before anyone could reach him, the rest of his body followed. Thane struck the spot with both palms a heartbeat later, hard enough to jar his wrists, while Kal searched the surrounding joints for a catch. Nothing shifted beneath their hands. The masonry showed no trace of an opening, despite the dwarf’s increasingly forceful attempts to persuade it otherwise.

“What the skarn?”

Zerai crowded in beside him, light dropping closer as her fingers traced the joints. “Move.”

Thane shifted half a step. “He went through the wall.”

“I saw that.”

“You gonna tell me how?”

“I’m going to tell you after I find out.”

The stone remained stubbornly ordinary beneath Zerai’s touch. Her magic searched the mortar, probing for some remnant of whatever allowed Brown Coat to pass through, but found nothing it could grasp. Whatever working opened the way had collapsed before they reached it.

Kal pressed his ear to the stone, waited, then knocked twice with one knuckle. The sound came back flat and heavy.

Tako leaned close enough that his breath stirred dust from the wall. “Other side?”

“Probably,” Zerai said.

Thane kept one hand against the stone as though stubbornness alone might make it betray the trick. “Six inches.”

“Eight, at least,” Kal said. “Though I’ve heard dwarves tend to exaggerate.”

Thane turned toward him. “You think you’re funny? Think you’re helping? Get your head out your ass and back in the game!”

Kal lifted both hands. “Not helping. Understood.”

Even a well-concealed opening usually betrayed itself somewhere, particularly in tunnels this damp. Kal expected a draft or some disturbance in the mineral deposits, but the stone showed neither. The crust continued uninterrupted across the place where Brown Coat disappeared, and working a thumbnail into the nearest seam produced nothing more interesting than old mortar.

“Nothing opens,” Kal said. “At least nothing a person opens.”

Thane rapped the wall with the butt of his hammer, shifting several inches at a time and listening to each answer. Solid stone returned the same dull note across the entire section. “No hollow behind it. Not close, anyway.”

Zerai pressed both palms against the wall where Brown Coat vanished. A faint glow spread between her fingers and faded almost immediately. “There’s magic left in here, but barely enough to read. Whatever he did, it wore off the second he got through. I can’t even tell what the spell was supposed to change.”

Elora crouched beside her, studying the place without touching it. “Could it have been both?”

Zerai opened one eye. “Please don’t improve the problem.”

Several minutes passed before Lira and Tako returned from their separate searches, both carrying more tunnel grit than useful information. One branch ended beneath a bricked shaft. The other narrowed around a collapse that would take hours to clear, even with Thane’s help. Whatever waited beyond Brown Coat’s wall remained inaccessible unless they intended to dismantle a substantial portion of Dunmoor from underneath.

The struggle around the central column left the grit churned beneath their boots. In one of Thane’s deeper prints, a sliver of black iron protruded from the mud. Kal worked it free and found a broken hinge, its torn edge bright against the older metal. A stamped mark lay beneath the grime, small enough that he might have overlooked it without Zerai’s light. For once, the thief studied his discovery without immediately offering commentary, and Lira came closer to see what interested him.

“Kaethar?” she asked.

“Same hand, I think.” His thumb traced the tiny punch, no larger than a grain of barley. “Not a merchant’s stamp. Too small for that, and nobody trying to advertise his trade hides the mark under a hinge.” He turned the fragment once beneath Zerai’s light, studying the workmanship rather than admiring his own conclusion. “I saw three like it in the warehouse quarter. Different crates, different owners on paper. Same fastening.”

Thane came closer, water still dripping from his sleeves, and waited until Kal angled the iron toward him. “Could be common work.”

“It could.” Kal gave the possibility its due. “Except common work doesn’t usually bother with a mark where no customer will see it.”

Lira accepted the broken hinge from Kal and turned it over in her palm. Brown Coat carried no pack when they cornered him, so the fragment might have broken from something he transported through the tunnels. It might also have come from equipment already stored beneath Dunmoor.

“He knows the drains,” Thane said. “Knew how to work that damned cistern, too. And he ran straight for this wall.”

“Someone prepared the route,” Lira said.

Kal nodded toward the hinge. “And someone supplied the equipment. Maybe the same people we encountered in Kaethar.”

“Or somebody wants us to think so,” Zerai said.

On their way back, Lira examined the repairs they overlooked during the pursuit. New brackets reinforced the weakest stretches of stone, yet neighboring sections remained untouched, even where the masonry showed obvious damage. Someone knew these drains well enough to keep a particular route usable without attracting attention from the village above. The broken hinge might connect Brown Coat to Kaethar, but the work beneath Dunmoor troubled her more. Whatever organization supplied his equipment, someone had been preparing these passages for years.

If the gnolls brought Tomas and Niko through the drains, the boys might remember an entrance or recognize something along the route. Neither was ready for another interrogation, and Lira intended to give them time to recover. Boran, however, needed to hear what they’d discovered before another villager wandered into a cellar connected to the tunnels.

By the time they emerged onto the western road, mud had begun drying stiff against their clothes. The broken hinge rested in Lira’s pouch, offering little comfort while Brown Coat remained beyond their reach. Near the Goblin’s Teacup, the fence-mender still stood guard with his borrowed bow, watching for enemies along a road they might never use. All morning, Dunmoor’s defenders had watched the approaches while someone else’s route lay beneath their feet, quietly maintained for years without attracting notice.

Lira headed toward the square to speak with Boran. They would need guards at the entrances before nightfall, assuming they could find them all. Sealing the drains might offer better protection, but she had seen enough of the old masonry to question whether they could close one passage without opening another. Until they understood how far the network extended, every cellar beneath Dunmoor deserved suspicion.

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Which Thread Should They Investigate?

Brown Coat escaped into an old drainage cut beneath Dunmoor. Tomas and Niko may know why they were targeted, and whatever he was doing at Eamon’s leaky barn remains unexplained. Where should the party start?

Polls close at 12:00 P.M. CST on October 19th, 2026

• The Kaethar Connection
  • A piece of packing hardware or shipping material matches something from the preserved-creature network in Kaethar, confirming that the same operation has reached Dunmoor.
• A Coded Tally
  • A small folded record contains numbers, abbreviated locations, and transfer marks. Kal recognizes the structure as the sort of record someone would use to track movement without writing down what was actually being moved.
• Something from Dunmoor
  • Brown Coat dropped an object that belongs somewhere in the village or to someone the party knows. The question stops being whether the network has reached Dunmoor and becomes how close to home it already is.

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