The deep gnome questioning you laughs a bit before speaking again.
[ +- ] Undercommon
So you all got roped in by Dasco, eh? Well, if you've got the, Hells girl, you've got seven of you to transport the goods? Fine, the lift will have to do. Cross over there, load up the carts onto one of the sleds. You'll have to take three trips to get you all up, but you're lucky. No maze for you today. Only the High Road for Dasco's lot.
He produces a scroll of parchment from a pouch on his back, makes a few quick marks, and then presses his thumb to the bottom, magic singing a sigil onto the bottom of the sheet. He offers it to Heartboiler with another quick set of words in Undercommon. With a quick glance to Bildabrew, he smiles and continues in Undercommon.
[ +- ] Undercommon
Take this, it'll serve as your papers in Outer Blingdenstone. And welcome home brother. You must have been far afield to pick up surfacers like this and one of the mysterious myconid, if I'm not mistaken. Be careful to not fall off the High Road. Tis a long drop.