In through the back door, Rede cast a quick glance around the hallway the door lea dinto. The smell of smoke, sweat and stale beer hung in the air, clung to the walls even.

“My family owns this place… Groola will send people here first, if he’s looking for me.”

Leaning to the left, he saw through an open doorway. He could hear the din of the pub and see the bar staff, dishing out more drinks. Leaning to the right, he saw the hatch down to the cellar was open.

“My brothers'll be down here. Wait up here if you want, or come down,” he said, not waiting for an answer before jogging down the stone steps to the cellar.