The basement was revealed to be a narrow hallway, maybe wide enough for the group to go down two-by-two.  It was nearly pitch black here, save for a torchlight coming from about fifty feet away.  The torch was mounted by a door, apparently leading to the area where the group was actually supposed to meet.  Whoever opened the door first would see enter a humble room.  The room was small, round, made of brick, and somehow even more bare than the rest of this temple.  It was also lit only by some scant torches placed around it.  The old man who had contacted some of the people who were now here stood in the center of the room, wearing his White Lotus uniform.  Off to the corner, as much as this room had corners, sat a small girl.