Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist
Fimble clears his throat before speaking, "Ahem, well, Ms. LeCroix did hire us to do the investigative work, which as I understand it includes discovering and interpreting information. We could certainly report in tomorrow, but I doubt our employer has any information that would help us further, else she would've mentioned it at the start. And eh..." He coughs lightly. "This is my first real, paid job, and I'd like to do it well, no? My parents... well, I've quite a reputation to live up to, you see, and I don't want to give up so easily."
A little more confident, he continues, "So. I think you're right, our leads are getting colder. But the one connection we've found so far is the sewers, and despite my misgivings, it would be worth checking out at the very least. We could report in to Ms. LeCroix and propose our plan of action, but I personally think it's too soon to ask for assistance on a job we're being paid to do." Pause for effect.
"What time is it, anyway?" he wonders aloud, glancing at the cloudy sky. "It might not be the best day to go delving into the sewers, not with all this fresh rainwater draining through it. And night... well frankly, that scares me a bit." Fimble flashes a sheepish grin before going on, "So while we still have hours of daylight... or dim overcast light, whatever... I think we should continue on our original agenda, even if the leads are getting cold. Then we can retire for the night, talk to Ms. LeCroix in the morning, and then... go spellunking. How does that sound to everyone?"