"What can you tell us about this Griigaz? Girrgaz? What was his name again?"
"We will also have to acquire the kind of weapons that can hurt weres.... silver, right?"
Segang returns to the lady. We are inclined to help you. If we do, I wonder if you will grant me a favor? I would like to be able to aways find you in the future, for as long as you live in the city. Or at least know I can get a message to you to arrange a meeting. Is this too high a price to pay for our help?
"Girrigz... He is a trueblood, and has lived in Korvosa his entire life. Over the years, I found him pigheaded at worst, a daydreamer at best. I have tried to reason with him, but he scoffs the wisdom of his elders."
Responding to Segang, she adds, "'Always?' Who could guarantee that, especially the way this city is going recently? I can offer that, if you wish to find me, I work along the docks."
We need to acquire silvered weapons in the likely case that violence must be used. Can you help in that regard?
Eries raises an eyebrow, then shakes her head. "No, I have no silver weapons."
"There's always silver blanch for arrows as well ... although I'm out of cash too," Seren turns his pockets out with a sheepish look.
"Maybe we can get paid for this effort? A touch in advance ... that might make me more willing to take some risks. Just sayin' ..."
"I have little enough coin for myself, less to offer. My reward was one of information."
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"Information is more than enough payment. This man sounds like a dangerous criminal and it would be a duty to see him brought down, no matter what race he is."
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"Duty ... pshaw, speak for yourself. One man's criminal is another man's hero. Let's not wax too philosophical on our way to murder someone," Seren scoffs, irritated at the lack of up front commitment from this random street encounter.
How did I get roped in to working for the government? Every day it seems like more and more ... oppression
"When you are ready, I will show you the way."
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I will need to purchase the alchemical blanches before we go. [/b]
"We should buy wolfsbane. Ratbane?" Melianthe ponders.
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"Silver is good, yes," Absinthe says. "But we must consider disease. Wererat bite passes the dread affliction. Anti-plague might be a good purchase..."
At your signal, Eries leads you across several blocks and into Midland. After following streets for a time, she takes a narrow alley through a few bends before ending in a shadowed cul de sac. There, a sewer cover with a broken bar provides access to the sewer tunnels below the streets.
The stench coming from within is breathtakingly bad. Still, Eries drops down without hesitation, guiding you into the depths.
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The trek through the city sewers takes an indeterminate amount of time with no sun or references to mark the time. Eries takes you through a number of turns and tunnels, occasionally stopping to check a subtle sign or sniff at a corner. How she can scent anything through the stench, you have no idea.
Eventually, she stops and points ahead. "That way, a hundred steps or so," she says in a low voice. "Girrigz's den is in a cavern on the left side."
"One shall scout ahead, an it please you all," Absinthe says, her voice eerily calm. Provided there are no objections, the tiefling ghosts ahead, silvered mace in hand -- and smeared with dirt before entering the sewers, to mask the metal's shine.
The barbarian looks concerned for Absinthe, but says nothing as she moves ahead to scout. He knows any warning he speaks could be overheard and endanger her further, but his eyes speak caution.
The dusk elf pulls out a wand, her eyes glowing weirdly in the darkness. A slight ripple at her shoulders indicates her scorpion familiar is alert and restless.
Seren will uses his last scroll of mage armor before they head in and then draw his bow, keeping to the shadows in the rear.
While the rest of you wait, Absinthe disappears into the hazy shadows ahead.
The main channel continues ahead for another thirty to forty feet before it turns a corner to the left.
Melianthe nearly steps on her own foot.
Cherias is following along next to Melianthe, having cast Light on Segang's pouch as recommended.
Cherias shivers, but doesn't hear anything.
Segang waits inexpertly, sheltering the light from his pouch as his mind envisions all sorts of traps and ambushes.
Slowly, cautiously, Absinthe creeps into the chamber, her every sense alert for danger...
You hear a squeak and catch movement from behind a rocky outcropping. A hybrid-form rat-man steps out of concealment and hurls a satchel at you. The missile hits you, exploding into a mass of entangling, sticky goo. Two other wererats and a couple large rats move to attack.
Absinthe shouts out loud, a rallying cry for the others, and tries to get free.
The rest of the group will hear Absinthe shout, but you cannot see her through the fog and darkness.
"Let's move!" Seren hisses as a whisper. stealthing forward himself with his bow drawn.
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At his friend's call Segang rushes forward.
Absinthe swears in Infernal as the alchemical goo dries on her, but manages to avoid being glued to the floor. With a powerful leap, she backs away out of the room and back into the corridor.
"Three wererats and some giant rats!" she shouts for the benefit of the others. "Hurry!"