The trackers:
With Adren's cover, Gholog heads over to the opening and plants his glave in the soft ground. The half-orc carefully tests the ropes strength, and finds that it will easily hold his weight. The 10-foot by 10-foot shaft descends out of sight, beyond the range of even Gholog's sensitive sight. There is the sound of a muffled, constant roaring, accompanied by a slight vibration in the rock beneath you. The air in the shaft is moist, which may do much to explain the corroded state of a metal ladder attached to the wall.
The gap where the copper plate has been forced up is rather narrow, especially for an armored half-orc. It's going to be quite a tight squeeze to get down there.
Kerrick and Seraphina:
As you work your way through the crowd, the Mayor continues to speak.
"Now, people in the town are suffering from headaches. We all are, every one of us. It's certainly annoying, but I've been assured that no know spell or curse could cause it. I've asked one of the druids to come and check that our water and wells are not contaminated. I've also had a priest check them for poison, and none was found.
"People have also been suffering from bad dreams. Again, this is something from which we have all suffered. We know we aren't cursed by a god for sins, no matter what people say, and we don't know what else could cause it. Utrish the wise woman..."
"Witch!" someone in the crowd cries out, before being shushed.
"Utrish," the Mayor continues, unperturbed. "has prophesied that the dreams and headaches won't last more than another week, and she's always right. I'm not worried; just wait for a little longer and they'll go away. It's been foretold by our own Oracle.
"Several of the farmers have been complaining that their animals have..."
The Mayor's voice fades as you finally work your way out of the crowed square, much to Lucie's relief and Virch's annoyance.