'Yeah! Sure, if ya want! Hey, I gotta new friend! He's a giant goldfish! Wanna see?'

“I’d love to! Let me meet your new friend.”

Flint drags open a heavy metal manhole cover and climbs down into the foul-smelling darkness. 'This way!' he calls up, his smiling face covered in grime

Daniel climbs down after him.

Flint scuttles through the labyrinth of pipes, leading the way. Much of the journey is through half-flooded tunnels or passageways only big enough to crawl through. 'Scenic little route, isn't it?'

“I’ve been in worse,” Daniel jokes. “Still, I’m glad for Kiara’s sake that you and Ash moved out of this place. I can’t wait to meet your friend though!”

'Yeah, it was for Kiara that we moved out- if it wasn't for her, me and Ash would still probably be calling this place home! I certainly would be!' he grins.

The pipe leads into a chamber with a deep pool. You can see a large golden shape in the murky water

“It does have its charms,” Daniel agrees. He waves to the large golden shape. “Hi! I’m Daniel. Nice to meet you.”

The large golden shape moves towards the surface, revealing itself to be an enormous goldfish. 'Good afternoon, Daniel. Are you another lost soul facing damnation down here?'

Daniel laughs. “Nah, I’m an adventurer. Well, I used to be. I cut damnation in half with my sword. What’s your name?”

'My name is Caravaggio. So, you weren't taken by the Great Hand and flushed down the Swirling Waters to meet your ultimate fate?'

“Nope, I just followed my friend Flint down here. He said he wanted me to meet another friend of his. Want to go grab some noodles at the noodle bar? Or can you not leave your pool?”

'I cannot leave my pool. I am a goldfish. Well, the spirit of a goldfish, cursed to rot forever with the souls of the damned and, for some reason, you lot. But you could bring me noodles?'

'He's under the delusion that the sewers are some sort of goldfish hell, and that the filth is the rotting souls of the damned, as opposed to, well, ya know, toilet sludge. Nothing we can say can convince him otherwise- he'd rather think he was in goldfish hell than in a common sewer'

“Definitely. You like regular, garlic or spicy noodles? And I don’t blame you. I’d rather be trapped in hell than toilet sludge too.”

'Spicy noodles, please. And what do you mean, toilet sludge? I refuse to believe it! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!' The fish looks despairing. 'Oh, cruel fate! To be cast out with the sewage! It cannot be!'

'Seriously? You'd rather be in hell than this lovely place?' Flint is sat down on the floor with his trousers rolled up, dangling his legs in the water

Daniel shrugs. “Depends on my mood, Flint. It has a certain sense of romance to it and I can see why you and Ash picked it for your honeymoon. But sometimes a guy just wants to sit in the noodle bar and enjoy his noodles without the smell of sludge all around. Plus in hell I could hack my way through a horde of devils if I felt like it. Can’t do that here.”

'Honeymoon? Nah, that was the landfill! This place was our home! Wait, that's not helping my case is it? Hacking hordes of devils does seem like it could be fun though, never was a big fan of them! But then again, they say hell messes with ya, changes ya, drives ya mad, destroys ya hope. And I wouldn't wanna risk that, not when I got a nice life here as it is'

“You know something, Flint? You’ve got a point. It is a nice life here. That and the pleasure of your company are why I always come back to visit.”

'Thanks, Dan. Ya a good friend. Means a lot.' He gestures for Daniel to sit next to him. 'And yeah, it is a nice life, man, the demons and devils of the dark and light don't even come down here. Kinda peaceful. Or maybe it's just 'cause it's the only life I've ever known'

Daniel squeezes Flint’s shoulder. “You’re right, man. It is a good life. Feel like getting takeaway noodles? We can eat them back here and bring a bowl back for Caravaggio.”