If the scruffily drawn, yet precisely to scale map on the piece of parchment in his hand told him the truth, Dale had arrived at his destination. The description he'd been given certainly matched this dank place. The young teenager scrunched his nose slightly to show his displeasure at the situation, but it was only a brief revelation.

After a quick little knock at the door, Dale looked around in vain for the bench he knew was not there, and leaned against the wall in wait.