Adventure 1: Trouble in the Waterworks.

Nunri holds up a hand to Herradine. "No, let's leave him alone, friends. He's suffered enough without tormenting him."

To the man she says, "We're going down there to find your missing crews. If we survive, will come back and let you know. Maybe we'll have matching scars. We don't know what we are facing, but maybe we'll get lucky. Enjoy your beer."

She gets up, and shoos the others away. They have the map, arms and armor, and know there is something dangerous. That's more than the crews had. It might be enough.

Malingad has seen this kind of shock in men and women who've been through it. He doesn't blame Durwin. He knows that 'more is better' when it comes to intel and prep, but every plan falls apart when faced with the enemy. So he watches and waits for the command. It's what soldiers do...

Cassi flows with crowd and chooses not to bother the man further. She looks for a nearby table to occupy.

Herradine lifts her hands to indicate that she means no trouble. She walks over to the innkeeper and sits by the counter. "Not my intention to bother anyone. I'll have an ale, though."
When she gets it, she pays for the drink and gives a small tip as well. "I'm new in town. Anything I need to know about this place? Dangers, jobs, places to visit and to avoid?"

Liroc leave one beer to the man and joins the others at another table. "I don't reckon he'd have much sensible to say anyway, I suggest we head down ourselves quickly, no use in wasting to much time. The chances look slim but it is possible some may still be alive."

Herradine listens, making mental notes of all the suggestions.
When the man finishes, she laughs and says: "That last one's not quite my style but thanks. Guarding caravans is more up my alley. Or slaying monsters. Are there any of those around town?"

"Monsters besides overly ambitious sailors, she means."

Nunri feels very undwarven without an ale as she sits beside Herradine. She slides two coin to the keep. "Ale, and the rest to keep our friend wet."

"I'll just wait for ye lasses to get your libation, I'm not the drinkin' type miself. Liroc's got right. We should go afore thin's get worse. Sittin' 'round here's getting us nowhere but addled..." he says.

He pulls out his pipe and lights another pinch of the elf leaf, weaving a few clever smoke rings...

"Right," Herradine replies, thinking about the innkeeper's answer. "Abandoned tunnels, you say? You think those rat people might creep into sewers maybe? Those are kind of like tunnels..."
She's not looking in Durwin's direction and she tries to make it sound like casual chitchat so he doesn't make the connection. But this sounds like it could be a clue as to what they might have to face.

Cassi listens on. News of the sailors isn't a surprise to her. Been there. Done that. But the news of the rat people does catch her attention as she listens on. She is such a good listener.

Cassi gets a mug and perhaps something fast to eat while she is listening.

"Mmm, ratmen would make sense in this situation. Not the most impressive foe but they would be deadly with numbers and darkness on their side. I only have a few torches with me, we might want to borrow some lantern from the guild before going down."

"A little light goes a long way with my kind. "

"Lamps are easier to deal with. Torches are good as a secondary light source and weapon. Both'd be a boon in a darkness, so's knowing when to run away..." he says as he takes another puff of his pipe.