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Karl raises an eyebrow. Sir Reginald? You have connections with a local noble? Could you use that to help this Lizardman? He turns back to the creature. Actually, I can't keep calling you Lizardman. What's your name?
If I asked Felis for help, he could sort this out in no time... but it would be safer to keep him out of this for now; just as father told me never to tell others of my condition, this poor creature's whereabouts must be kept an equally close secret.
Go ahead, um... Bronks. But tell no-one about this. We don't want a lynch mob down here.
Pity, if I knew what he looks like I could impersonate him with my magic. He grins. In case you haven't realised, I'm a sorcerer, hence the burning and the transformation into a wolf-monster. He goes and leans against the wall. I suppose we'll just have to wait for Bronsk to get back then. So tell us, do you have any plans for getting home once you are out of the city?
Well, says Karl what I'd really like to do is follow the sewers to the outflow, and leave without having to get over the city walls. He looks around pensively. But I don't want to get lost in these confusing sewers, and there's no guarantee its big enough to let people through all the way. He grins wryly. I'd rather not wade through too much shi.t.
"We should stay underground as long as possible. I don't fear getting lost here. I'm quite good with directions.", says Lisaa "Maybe we'll even find some signposts or something similar. You know, for canal workers or the like."
Behold my magnetoresistance !
Originally Posted by KillingAScarab
This isn't just any drow. This is a drow who is willing to have a good-aligned flying snake come out of her body so she can then fart rainbows.
Tyrgen grunts a reluctant acknowledgement, and starts heading downstream, assuming the others will follow. As he walks, he pulls out his glaive again and uses the haft as a walking stick to avoid slipping in the mire. A frown creases his face, as he comes to terms with what has happened, and dwells on the nature and character of his new companions.
They seem trustworthy... even the sorcerer. Three other werewolves, this one previously unknown to the other two. I MUST talk to them... but best not to involve the lizard.
He glances back to look at the others, a troubled look on his face.
After about 25 minutes of walking, the group finds an exit for the sewers. The exit is nothing more than a dump right out in a nearby swamp just outside the city, but the exit is still big enough to serve as an exit for Treakher. He turns to those who followed him out. "Thank you for your help. This more than makes up for your little misunderstanding. If you ever visit the Grand Lakes, I'll make sure to remember you." Finally, he smiles, and with a wave he leaves out into the night, beginning his long journey home.