We need to hide.

The raiders came from one direction, but clearly intended to keep everyone penned in.

The tall thin old man across the room catches my eye. He's three or four steps up, but pauses and looks back at me. He points to the open hatch behind the bar and continues up out of sight.

It's hard to get the wooden door closed behind us. It's heavy and the hinges don't seem to have been oiled recently.

There's a desk with lit candle near stacks of open crates. It seems to be half storeroom, half bedroom for someone down here. It's hard to tell how far back this basement goes.