Shai, relieved his tempermental new companion hasn't chosen to use the lightning so clearly at her disposal, quickly moves to follow the dwarf, Dyspeer on his heels.
She adds as an aside to Uulark, "Nothing sinister, if that's what you're trying to imply. There are scrolls I need, which aren't always easy to come by, and that he agreed to procure and sell to me. I'd hate to have to start all over."
As Uulark joins the procession back to the dungeon, he says to Talshia,"No implication was intended, I just felt that information was being kept back from me for some reason, and that, naturally, spurred my curiosity."
"I need to summon an outsider for certain knowledge. Nothing you'd understand without knowing the intricities of arcane magic and the elements...but necessary for my continued growth. But scrolls capable of summoning such beings are often viewed with suspicion, so they can be hard to find in ordinary circles."
"I learned long ago to leave Arcane Mysteries to those better suited to deal with them than I. I am content now that no ill-will was intended. Please forgive my question?
Which sewer entrance are you leading them to? We have the original one in which you landed in a lake of poo, the second through which you ascended back into the city (close by which lies a hopefully dead winged minotaur), and another one, as yet unseen. Rogash is leading, and he knows the city fairly well. It's his call.
"I learned long ago to leave Arcane Mysteries to those better suited to deal with them than I. I am content now that no ill-will was intended. Please forgive my question?
Tal waves a hand, her anger seems quickly roused and quickly faded.
My intention was to lead them back to the place where we exited rather than the river of poo. However, if he knows a third as yet unexplored option that might be best, as we seemed to be running out of places to explore before.
As they go, Talashia says absently to Caerwyn, "Look, he's not even checking the map. Dwarves are always so good with tunnels and so on...I guess it doesn't matter if it's natural or artificial."
I wasn't especially concerned with a marching order until we're ready to descend back into the sewers, which is right now.
Rogash leads the other to the last entrance into the sewers with little effort--it seems that his many nights spent stumbling drunk around town have finally paid off a bit.
The surrounding area is quiet, and air coming from the grate seems more dusty than anything.
Shai readies his bow as the party lowers themselves back into the sewers. Dyspeer on his heels, he says, "I've been looking after our backs usually. Unless someone else likes that better?"
The group lowers themselves down into a small, empty chamber. The air is dry and dusty, a stark contrast to what you are used to. The tiny room's only notable feature is a rusted iron gate on the east wall.
Caerwyn takes the point position out of habit, unslinging his claymore so that it's close at hand if trouble should present itself. "Right then, you lot are the experts, which way?"
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