"We cannot go back the way we came. A local has seen the... scene, and rushed to raise the alarm." Gristav winds his way through his fellows as he speaks. "Too many caravari to witness us now if we try the trapdoor, even if their memories from this morning have already faded. And with all we fought now dead, we are an unknown."
"I saw you dropped the flag. Got tired of waiting?"
"Would almost have been better if they HAD answered your flag. We'd have a chance at passage by ship rather than the walk back. Perhaps we'll try nearer dusk? Smuggling is a night game, yes?"
"Say, Phillip, here's an odd coin. Chelish, well-cared for, though it appears at least one former holder had definite intent." Gristav waits for Phillip's attention, just as he'd waited for dryer ground in the tunnel before speaking, then tosses scarred Chelish token to his... companion? It served as a working title. "Seems more your sort of coin than mine. If you can make our common use of it...?"
"The last man who carried that coin was one of the three we fought. They're all dead, as I said. I doubt the General with linger over his tears. But if this were Malkith's coin, it would suggest he's come here, as might have been suspected. Let's hope for his continued... continuance?"
"Phillip, given it's not a Sczarni silver, I'd welcome it's return, though favor any alternate plan...?"
"We dropped the flag because we caught our fish. We're having her for lunch tomorrow. The guy from Riddleport said she wanted Shorafa dead," Braddon explains as only he can.
"If this is the only way out, then I guess we go back. Are you sure the Caravari will be back at the tower. If I kill a couple maybe they'll let us past?" he suggests hopefully.
With quizzical raise of brow Phillip looks to receive the coin from Gristav... before Braddon's words forestall the need of Gristav to toss it t'wards him. With a slight shake of his head "Not past the people with bodies in wake, they've the knowledge of this place and tend to grudges. Best we look to make scarce quiet and clean... there's been enough blood shed for the moment." looking over to Tendal "There's a shaft you mentioned might get us above and absent eyes?"
Tendal may not have mentioned it... but still..
"Be mindful of skills we do not all possess. Remember Tendal's stumble. Any of us might stumble, and then we are back in battle, or at the least, subject to being accurately reported to Marzo. Is there no path back from the beach end?"