Intent #
Ulysses discovers the secret chamber, proving Marcus' information is correct.
Narrative #
Ulysses stood alone before the cellar wall at night. "This whole zone was flagged as sterile," he muttered. "But this ridgeline... It doesn't match the radar profile. This is stupid. I'll dig a little. Just enough to say I tried."
He swung the pickaxe. It took half the night, but finally, the wall crumbled. Not dirt, but masonry. It gave way to reveal a dark opening.
"A study. Just like he said. Collapse must've sealed it centuries ago."
He crawled inside, his flashlight cutting through dust that had been undisturbed for two thousand years. "This isn't on any map. No tool marks. No modern fill. It's untouched. And that chamber in the lower level... That's not for wine storage."