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*Dressed entirely in black, Alanna whistles softly as she opens the door and leads Faith into the Dancing Dove's cellar. It's dark, but somehow she doesn't think the Slayer will have trouble seeing the way Peter did, so she doesn't call on her Gift to light their way. Feeling her way around crates and barrels, Alanna locates the door to the tavern upstairs and swings it open; light and muffled noise fill the small room.*

This? This is what we have to negotiate on the way back. George is going to kill me when he finds out we did this without him, but I don't think he can even begin to contemplate bringing horses down these stairs.