Rich reholstered his blaster and pulled up a moldy rug on the basement floor and a metal trap door was underneath. He pulled it open, revealing a short little stairwell that led into a tunnel. He gestured for Firion to go down first, doing his bed to cover the trap door with the rug in a way that it'd still be over the thing again when he shut it over their heads.

"This whole thing is...hard to explain. There's this really screwed-up, reality-altering being that made this place. Think of it as an actually tangible illusion, a fake world that's real enough to hurt you -- even kill you."

Rich paused as he shut the door over their heads.

"That being? He's pretty much an asshole. Like a giant, huge, huge asshole. He's called the Time Trapper."

Once the door was safely shut, he followed Firion down the stairs to the dusty tunnel floor, and now he even wrapped an arm around his shoulders to help support him. He wanted to get them a little farther along, into one of the many little hidey holes down here, and then he'd see what he could do for his injury.