The old man sighs, the wrinkles in his face exaggerating his age. "I suppose I can trust you...I wasn't being exactly straightforward." He turns to Thomas. "I never let you in on any of this, but it's time you knew. None of you can tell anyone though!" After making sure that everyone promises not to tell, Ren continues: "As you may know, this town has some trouble with gangs. Since the trouble with the Ice Skulls began, the gangs have only been taking advantage of the town's weakness, growing in power themselves. A tiefling came to me in the past month on the run from one of the particularly nasty gangs, the Dirt Devils. I know of the tunnels underneath the inn. I went down there many years ago; they were only big enough for maybe two people to fit.
"Well, I decided to help the tiefling, Umber, so I let him hide in the tunnels. Sure enough, some tieflings, undoubtedly from the Dirt Devils gang, came to the inn and, while pretending to merely be patrons, searched the place. Luckily, they didn't find Umber. I let him come and go as he pleases, but I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks.
"Only a day after the last time I saw him, I went down to the basement to find it infested with giant rats. I have no idea how they got there, but if word gets out, it'll really ruin my business. And now you say there are kobolds down there too? I really don't understand any of this...
"But I trust Thomas, and any of his friends. If you want to search the basement and the tunnels, you may do so any time you please. I was planning to hire a group to exterminate the rats anyway, so I won't be stingy, even in this economic down, and I'll give you 40 gold pieces for getting rid of those rats.
"You can go down into the basement any time you like. I've got to get back to the bar. Please, if you find anything out, let me know. My old brain can't keep up with all these current events!" With a desperate smile of a man trying to make a hopeless situation seem humorous, Ren leaves the closet for you to go down whenever you are ready.