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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FloatingDisc" data-source="post: 4384174" data-attributes="member: 72222">"I've got to take Wattock 'ere to some o' my superiors. He'll know what to do with 'im. I don't want to have to kill this bloke. Sure he's an evil-minded, cruel-hearted bastard who never gave nothin' to nobody, but Im not sure he should die for it... 'Course, he'd 'ave killed both of us, had he not been as slow and stupid as a haddock that's 'ad it's brains dashed out." The air in the sewer is getting hotter, but the thick, cloying scent is beginning to abate somewhat. Soon you see dim light spilling from a grate overhead, and  Sul-Mahat weighs anchor (actually just a lump of stone chained to the boat). "Okay, we're here. Part o' the reason I took ye this way is so you don't know where in the city we are. My superiors, comrades in arms if you will, are just above us. Obviously, they don't know I brung you 'ere yet, so you just let me do the talkin'. 'Course, you could take your chances goin' back up the sewer on yer lonesome, only I wouldn't fancy yer chances what with the snappin' eels and whatnot that make this fetid stinkhole their home..." He indicates the lithe, winding black body of something slippery as it passes the boat. "Now maybe I can't convince ye to join us, but perhaps you'll allow us to reward ye? Bahamut knows ye've earnt it! What d'ye say, Reedson?"</blockquote>