Chapter 2: Voices in the Dark

Trig slips down the corridor behind that first door and peers around the corner.

Trig skips back to the other kids and reports what she's seen. "So which way do you want to go next: east or west?"

"West is left. Left is the best choice." Crow said with a smirk.

"West is left??" Trig considers how it must look to Crow, who (I guess) hasn't moved from the original corridor. "Huh. I guess so." She shrugs - Crow can do no wrong in her eyes - closes the first door, and gestures to the others to actually come around the corner and join her so she doesn't have to keep running back to the other corridor to tell them what she's seen. Assuming no one else takes the lead, Trig then proceeds further west to the second door (the one at the 40' mark). Any sounds from behind the door or otherwise? Does the corridor still continue west beyond the limit of her vision?

Trig eases the door open and peers inside. Presumably the others have walked the 40' from the corner to join her?

"I know it's not what we came for, but...is anyone hungry?" Koko shifts position on her head, opening and shutting claws. "Well, I know you're hungry, Koko! You're always hungry!"

"I can eat. Best not leave it for the bad guys."

"Best do it in shifts though." Crow remarks as he spies the undisciplined crew that left their dirty dishes and table. He wrinkled his nose disgusted, and stacks the dishes for the scullery unable to endure their disheveled* state.

While Crow is clearing away the used dishes, ever-curious Trig skips into the larder to poke around. "Thanks, Crow!"

"Lots and LOTS of supplies..." Trig shares what she's seen. "There must be a LOT of people around here. Are they all out on jobs?" Trig frowns, scratches her head.

Then she removes her hat and has Koko scratch her head. "A little to the left...Ahhh, that's it..."

Then, seeing the others watching her, she gets self-conscious and plops the hat back onto the crab. "This place is HUGE, too. What do you think? Do we keep trying to find Aristina in this...I don't know what to call it, a complex?...do we keep searching for her here, all of which is behind the secret door we found, or do we go back and figure out which building's basement we were in when we came out of the sewer?"

"I reckon we are still under the city streets. Waterdeep is ancient, like, 9000 years ancient. I should think this is part of Nimoar's Holdfast." Crow mused idly between bites of stew, the young orphan, who was as part of his tax collection duties also a tour guide.