Selu stumbled through the foul-smelling sewers as he tried to concentrate on hiding the Force-users from the dark side user. His head was aching from the crash-landing, but he kept going through the dimly-lit labyrinth. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep going, but finally, Xlora called a halt. “This way,” she said, pointing to a ladder. One by one, the group of bedraggled survivors made their way up the ladder, through a trapdoor, and into a storage room in a rundown residence. The structure seemed quite ramshackle—but it was also empty and the walls seemed quite thick. Daara scowled.