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if is_quest_accepted
	if are_quest_requirements_met
		Wren: *She glances at the rope and hardware hanging off your pack, and something in her shoulders lets go.* [#end]
			You've got the gear. Then there's nothing left for me to plan.
			East range (location 15,14). You walk in at ground level. The going down starts once you're inside.
	else
		Wren: *She looks at your hands, then back at the map.* [#end]
			Not without gear. I'm not sending you off a cliff on good intentions.
			Prosperity's market (location 30,10). Ask for [Old Climbing Gear] - rope, webbing, clips. It's salvage, but it holds.
else
	Wren: *The map goes down weighted at the corners - a wrench, a coffee tin - and then she has no further use for you at all.*
		*Pencil, straight edge, coordinate pages against the lamp. You watch her work for the better part of an hour.*
	Wren: *She talks while she works, mostly to herself.*
		The coordinates are in a grid nobody here uses. No datum, no reference marks. Useless alone.
		Wesley's survey shares three points with them. Three is enough. The rest reduces.
	Wren: *She sets the pencil down, east of everything.*
		Here. The east range (location 15,14). A cave.
		No road, no water line, no rail spur. Nothing you'd put a laboratory near.
	- Then the numbers are wrong
		Wren: *She shakes her head, still working.*
			It reduced clean, twice. Wrong numbers don't do that.
			And the Ranger survey marks that exact point. Shelter. Annotated "no access."
	- What's actually there?
		Wren: A cave mouth with a big drop inside. The survey crew logged it and moved on.
			They looked down it. They never went in.
	Wren: *She finally looks up at you.*
		I can't make that descent. I'd fall.
		And if I file for a field team, Keahi authorizes it, Sentinels secure it, and whatever's down there belongs to the Institute.
	Wren: You'll need gear - rope, webbing, clips. Prosperity's market (location 30,10). Search for [Old Climbing Gear].
		Keep it. I doubt that's the last hole we go down.
	Wren: [#quest_info=c91b61c9-5019-474f-98be-18c022675e42]
	if is_quest_accepted:
		Wren: [quest: accepted] [#end]
			*She's already folding the tracing sheet small enough to carry.*
			Test every anchor twice before you weight it. That gear is older than both of us.
	else:
		Wren: [quest: declined] [#end]
			*She weights the map back down and goes on working.*
			It'll keep. It's kept this long.
=> END

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if is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met
	Narrator: *The cave is wide enough to walk into. Twenty paces of dry floor, and then the floor isn't there.*
		*You set the anchors back from the edge and go over backwards. Forty feet of sandstone, cold through the gloves, the rope humming where it crosses the lip.*
		*The dark takes you feet first.*
	Narrator: *A chamber about the size of a small room. Dust. Bat leavings gone to powder. Loose rock underfoot, lying the way rock lies when it falls.* [#complete_quest]
		*No crates. No cable. No stencilled numbers on anything.*
		*Wren's laboratory is a cave a goat could have found.*
	Narrator: *You're most of the way back to the rope when the air moves against your face.*
		*Caves that end don't breathe.*
	Narrator: *At the back, under a slope of rubble, the wall is flat. You put a hand on it - cold, smooth, and it doesn't take the lamp the way stone does.*
		*The ceiling came down across it in one piece. That takes charges, set properly, by someone who knew the rock.*
		*Set from the inside.*
	- Start moving rock
		Narrator: [#load_quest=e923ecb8-4f91-4021-8238-373bd6a4456d]
else
	Narrator: *You walk in as far as the floor goes. Past the edge the lamp finds nothing but more dark. Without rope you're a person standing at the top of a hole.* [#end]
=> END