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The Deeps: Flowing Mountains

Ratfolk Warrens - Ratfolk Warrens

The air grows acrid as the tunnel opens into a chaotic den. Burrows claw into the walls, littered with scraps of bone, tattered cloth, and gleaming refuse. Crude barricades of wood and rusted metal block passages, smeared with markings that resemble both warnings and threats. The stench of rot and sweat fills the air, mingling with the faint squeak of unseen creatures. Jagged shadows flicker across the cavern, cast by oil lamps hung from crude hooks, their flames guttering in the dank, oppressive space. Paths twist unpredictably, each littered with debris and crude traps made from jagged spikes and tangled nets.