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After a mysterious pursuit on the street against Danni and Carlsson, they both made their ways down to the tunnel to conduct a search of various rooms hidden there. Arriving at different rooms they found different items, arriving at a particular room they stood mesmerized by the sheer quantity of stones and precious metals. Again, snapping from their trance, they took a moment to take a quick inventory of the room, counting the trunks. Then when they arrived at the next room they realized it had been set up as a library, containing the internal documents for the organization. Historic documents, texts, and books filled each of the shelves lining the room. Carlsson walked over to one of the shelves, pulling a thick leather bound book from the case. Taking his flashlight in his lips, he flipped the heavy manual open, to find it was a historical ledger. Each page was filled with the names of members, their date of induction into the society, and the names assigned to each for use to mask their true identity. It was a rare glimpse into the history and development of an organization that so little was known about, an organization that had no problem killing in order to keep their secret. As they stood in the library, the could hear voices begin to make their way down the dark tunnels, only to be followed shortly by several men's heavy footfalls. The sound of leather slapping violently against bare skin began to echo throughout the many chambers. With each horrific smack Carlsson jumped slightly, quickly becoming uncomfortable. Sneaking a quick glance out from behind their cover, he could see across the vestibule and into the first room, the light of the torches just barely illuminating the now bloodied back of one of their pursuers.