“ok, so me may have lost our path, right? and to explore the town blindfolded would take us too much time, which we’re running out of and have already wasted considerably on this useless panickies of yours.”

Meryl kept talking, while already opening the manhole cover. A strong, fetid odor came from the whole and filled the air, impregnating it with a sick, putrid scent of rotten fishes left in pickle for a thousand of years.

Disgusting. It was a stink of millenia.

“what we CAN do, instead, is to take an… hmmm… “alternate” route, which will lead us straight to the castle doors, if we follow the path correctly.”

Mr. Rabbit, while trying his best to not throw up at the slightest sniff of that nasty smell, asked with ceticism:

“And how are we supposed to sucessfully guide ourselves through the realms of underground? It wouldn’t be any different from wandering lost through the town alleys, if not harder. The town’s pumbling system is like a maze. A labyrint of interconected paths, loose ends and confusing turnaways.”

With a frowned nose, he added:

“Also, I do not need my SURE-o-METER to know that it would be infinitely less fetid.”

“you do have a point, so go ahead! we can wander haphazardly at our own luck and plentiful time, and MAYBE, in a pack of days, find our way through the castle.”

“Or?”

“or I can guide us through the sewers, thanks to have memorized the castle blueprints from the book a few hours ago, despite your insatisfaction.”

Meryl smirked at Mr. Rabbit’s embarassed face. Once again, they had won, and got him a stupid-looking face, which qualifies as a double win.

“so? do you have any better idea?”

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