Draven opened another set of doors, leading to a cold, damp, dungeon-like basement.
"Heh... we don't..."
The interior was pitch black. Draven extended his right palm; a fireball appearing within it illuminated the scene.
"However, Ragnar and Zeros' clearly do... If we obtain but one, they will have no choice but to eventually go through us... and that's when... heh... get the picture?"
He started down the final set of stairs.
"I can think of a dozen tactical advantages... That is, of course, if there actually is one of the weapons down here..."
Finally reaching the bottom, the flame from his hand rose into the stagnant air, igniting two torches on either side of a great stone door. It clearly hasn't been opened in years.
"Excellent..."
Draven forced his hand into the crack beetween the door and the wall. At first the stone didn't move, but with some effort, he eventually pushed it aside, the rock cracking under the force of his palms...
"Shall we?"