"I don't have a crate but we can easily get him underground a ways til we're underneath Tolbar's brewery. They'll have crates enough, I reckon."
Alejandro, almost absent-mindedly, reverses his morning star and clonks the old man on the head, just enough to knock him out.
Able to talk normally now, he continues to outline his plan. They'll follow some of his secret routes beneath the city proper for about 2 miles. Lugging the dead weight will be a pain but they'll be away from people enough to not be noticed and can take turns carrying or dragging or being on KO duty.
The route takes them through more of the forgotten tunnels and through a dry sewer, up a crumbling staircase in what used to be a dwelling of some sort, and underneath a couple of the city parks.
Before he left, he quietly asks the Lord Admiral to send word to his people to earn them of any danger, if he would condescend to help such lowly folk as they.
The way doubles back on itself at least three times (he still wants to keep his secrets, secrets, after all), and comes out eventually by a stone wall. Listening for any noise within, he is satisfied they're alone and removes half a dozen of the stones carefully revealing the interior of a cellar with the unmistakable smell of beer permeating it. It is a cavernous space filled with barrels and crates.
"A gnome's got to quench his thirst every now and again", he whispers.
"So, what do you say? Crate or barrel? They usually have empties of each outside at the far end where the cart ramp entrance is, ready for taking away and refilling once they're returned and the fresh filled barrels are collected."
He explains that Peer'at proper begins about a block away, and from here on out its an above ground trip. There are two ways on from here - out the cart ramp and up, or head up the stairs.
"Depends whether you have any connections with the beer people, forger. Any chance you can arrange a special delivery to the guild while we make our way across town? I reckon a quarter filled with liquid and the rest with human'll weigh about what a full barrel would, or a crate for bottles will do?"
He smiles. "I reckon between Daederai and I we can provide sufficient, ah, liquid if need be. Though a crate might be better. Or...we barrel him up ourselves and roll the gender neutral old geezer to the guild. Whatever happens, I'd best look different in case his mates are looking out for me."
He waves his hand across his face and stood there is a short dwarf with a bushy braided red beard wearing Alejandro's clothes. He waves his hand the other way and returns to his usual features.
[sblock=OOC]Minor illusion again[/sblock]
"I can't guarantee it'll work for long though. So, what do you reckon, elves? Special delivery or barrel through town?"