"A tragic misunderstanding, no doubt." Audric answers, deadpan. He sighs. As if everything else wasn't enough, there is also a charmed ally to think about. He just hopes the spell wears off soon.

"We arranged for a comfortable place in the boat. And at this point, I think it would be better to follow the river downstream instead of going back. The air is getting brighter, with a little luck we are almost out of the sewers." He bites his lip, before proposing: "Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to make a sort of camp near the boat, rest for a few hours." Recover their strenght a bit, and wait a while in case Antal returns back to normal...or whatever passes for normal in the halfling's case.