>To the hold!
>You turn and head back out of the cabin and toward the stairs that you assume lead down to the hold. Murasa trails for a moment, but recovers herself quickly enough once you start going and retakes the lead. You pay no attention to the redhead as you make another pass of the deck, and follow Murasa down the slatted wooden steps.
>The first flight of stairs lands in a narrow hallway, lit by incandescent globes set along the walls. You can see several doors along the hall and the corridor itself seems to branch at a t-junction after a little distance. The aesthetic is plain, but tidy - largely bare finished wood with some minor metal detailing. Something about the space feels just a little confined, but not uncomfortably so.
>Murasa continues descending down a second flight of stairs and you follow after her. As you pass beneath the deck, the stairwell opens up into a broad and largely undifferentiated space, stretching from one side of the ship to the other. It is packed densely with large shipping crates and barrels and irregular forms covered over with tarps. You can quickly discern a general organization of similarly shaped containers grouped together in different parts of the floor plan, though the sheer amount of cargo obscures sight to some parts of the hold. Still, there's enough empty room to suggest this isn't a full load. Looking along the ceiling, you can see a shaft that pierces through the roof of the hold, probably leading back up to the large hatch you saw from the deck; you suspect it's used to winch cargo down when loading or unload. Somewhat further down, you can also see a few walls partitioning the rest of the area.
>"Well, here she is," Murasa says. "Not sure whether I'm s'posed to hope you find one, or hope you don't."
>Have we ever done time as a city mouse, back in the old days? Or was it all in the wilds.
>You remember only vague snatches of your former existence, little more than a half-remembered dream, but you awakened to youkai-hood in the fields outside Easthaven and are fairly certain you spent most of your previous life there. Perhaps you ventured into the village at some point, but certainly nowhere urban.
