The pair head east, wending their way through tenements and run down shops before finally locating Candle Lane. The buildings on either side of Candle Lane are so tall and so tightly packed together that light touches the street only at highsun. Thus, gloom envelops a narrow alley as dark as a dungeon — and as odorous as one, too. Nearly all the streetlamps have been smashed. The only light that pierces the darkness is a faint flickering from down the lane, like a distant candle.
The flickering comes from the one streetlamp still intact on Candle Lane, kept alight by a continual flame spell. A warehouse is directly across the street from the lamp, which illuminates a black winged snake painted above the door’s handle. It is a ramshackle two-story warehouse that stands at the back of an outer yard behind a high fence. The gate on the fence isn’t locked, however.