City of Ezerin (IC)

[Murillio]

Soren Kirkegaard

"I see. Darn."

Losing a chance to get extra money Soren moves onto more important business. He gulps down his juice before speaking again.

"Apologies for the little one. She might seem harsh but I'm semi sure she be flirtin'. It's hard for women not to flirt, ya see?"

Shifting slightly in his seat Soren address Herlan.

"Good idea my friend! Interrogating the guard will likely help us learn what to expect in that crypt. Why it could be anything from an undead necromancer lord to simply dragon eating glob of goo. Maybe even a scientific abomination set out to destroy the entire city -- due to accidental chemical spills. Or, well I suppose you get the point."

Soren pauses for a second.

"You wouldn't happen to have a map of the crypt handy?"

Soren continues to dream up various monster he might want to encounter during the trip. He whispers one out accidentally.

"...ancient wizard whos brain and soul are stuck in a top hat..."