“Again?” the young elf mage jumped from the chair, sparks flying, making her hair stand on out in a web around her head. “What is it with you and sewers?” a question Koryx would have asked too if he wasn’t deeply troubled about what they found last time.
Several organized groups of kobolds, living under the city with the machas to attack two guards was disturbing enough. That the city hadn’t sent a legion of soldiers down there to rescue their own and clean the place out, but rather farm it out to some ‘fresh-off-the-boat’ sellswords was a terrible lapse of judgment by the Harbor Master and the Guard Captains. But, the lack of proper leadership in the Guard did put some coin in Koryx’ pocket; and he found some gear he can sell or use later.
"Sorry folks," Waldhorn sighed. "She's right though. If you have armor you would rather wear down into where we're going, now would be the time to consider it." The paladin was all gung-ho and spit-shine; out to right the wrongs and save the damsel, or in this case, a guard that got himself captured. Koryx had known paladins and cavaliers; worked and trained with them long enough to know the type. They were often single-minded and steadfast in their belief that what they thought was right and everyone else was wrong. Waldhorn wasn’t as arscha as that, but his fondness for sewers was nearly as disturbing as the giant sword he swung around most of the time.
“Gob-spittin’, yappy-yammerin’, smuge smellin’, creepin koball infested sewers again,” Koryx muttered as he headed back to the Leaky Dingy to change into his sewer stompin’ gear. Maybe this job will pay enough to get out of that waterside tavern and into some place that isn’t always damp.
Koryx thought about this group he was mixed up with. They seemed to be good enough, although he was going to have to watch his jokes and language around them. The mage seemed to have quite a temper, but she cooled off fast. He could tell she was used to a lifestyle that this mucking about in sewers was not part of. He knew the type – he used to be one of them.
The half-elf was a different matter. She was quick, especially with that knife, and a good shot with her bow. She didn’t seem to take to well to him at their first meeting so he was going to watch it with her. He had plenty of experience watching what he said in ‘certain company’. Plenty of times Brother Payton and Sir Tordellin had him mucking stables and cleaning the practice yard to “…teach him his place, and the place of others…” when his mouth overran his brain and he made comments that were “out of character for one chosen for a holy path”.
“Holy, smoly” Koryx cursed to his bundle of possessions. But there’s no reason to pilias off the people you are working with, especially when they are helping put coin in your pocket. Now he just had to figure out how to get a good one over on that tin can with a sword. “Ha”, he smiled, as the seed of a plan began to grow. “That might be a good one, and the girls can help, even if they don’t know it.”