"Well, duh. They must not have Miracles here."

Someone tries shouting at them again. Things to the effect of 'stop using weird powers we don't understand!! Something could go terribly wrong!!'

"Mind your own beeswax!" Evan shouts down at them.

Then leave!!!

(Maybe they should go find their crossbows, where are the guards anyway???)

"Fine, we won't stay where we aren't wanted."

The boys fly beyond the edge of the island, finding a cave on the underside to rest in.

The underside of the island is fairly empty, though here and there there are windows, trash chutes, and the like. There's a lot of bulky rock down here at the very bottom, unlike the frail-looking stuff higher up.

They end up finding an abandoned, closed-off section with a collapsed passageway up and a couple of old buildings. The whole place seems pretty low-tech, aside from how it's floating.

"We're gonna have to go back up later for food and water at least."

He frowns at Maurice. "When we do, be pink."

Maurice starts practising being caucasian coloured. 

A couple hours later there is a scraping sound from somewhere up above. Looks like some kind of vent?

"Hello?"

He's been working on making air-clothes that look more like those of the natives.

Shuffle shuffle out pops a head!

"Oi, you found my secret spot!"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Well, it's not like I put my name on it. Since it's secret." He's not telling them about his stashes around here, though.

Maurice perks up a bit. "So, what's your name?"

"Nick! What's yours? How'd you two get down here anyway? You didn't go through my secret passage it was all dusty."

"We... climbed."

"You climbed. A-huh. I definitely totally believe that."

"You don't do you."

"Nope. You're the weird tech-hunters-or-ancestors-or-something who riled up Glass Street and half the guards in town."

"Please don't burn as at the stake or something!"

"I don't think I could if I wanted to."

"You sent lookin' for us?"

"Nah. This is my hideout, I said. I run away to here."

"Why's that?"