Darius searches the bedroll and box, and examines the lamp, for any indications of ownership. Finding none, he briefly considers confiscating the lot on the general principle that the owner certainly couldn't be up to any legal activities down here, but he ultimately decides that simply having seen Thornapple in the vicinity is not a sufficient pretext.
Darius is simultaneously relieved and disgusted at not having gotten into a confrontation in the narrow warrens. Darius returns to the sewers and reports his (lack of) findings to his comrades while re-coiling the rope. Glancing at Alarion, Darius says [highlight]"Well, at least Iggy can't complain about us doing a half-assed job"[/highlight]
Returning to the surface, Darius examines his current state in full sunlight, and promptly goes looking for a rain barrel to wash off the worst of the muck. Seeing a rat-laden Bocephus rounding a corner ahead of him, Darius calls after him [highlight]"Hey Bocephus! A quick word if you don't mind. Since you're profiting so handsomely from our misadventure, perhaps you can be of further assistance. You ever hear of a halfling mapmaker by the name of Krado Lyman?"[/highlight]