"Shall I take the lead?  We should have a second light and someone to watch the rear and protect the casters."

Forge looks ahead....
12:15, Today: Forge Anvilhead rolled 21 using 1d20+1.  spot check.
12:15, Today: Forge Anvilhead rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  listen.
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In reply to Forge Anvilhead (msg # 238):

Cumarinda replies in an encouraging tone, "Please do lead us, Forge, Champion of Pelor. Thank you for lending us your strength and courage."

The sewers are damp and dismal. Occasionally there is light from above from another manhole or vent provided some light other then the glowing orbs from the cleric. The wolf remain uptop for some reason but Fenris goes with his wife. When the paladin states he should lead, Fenris seems against it-Forge is basically bind other then the light but the barbarian can see farther.

One side of the sewer is pretty bare but there is a more of stream down the center and about 15' away is the other side. Theres no way over in the immediate sight.And to the left is a brick wall probably the end. One way to go.

"Looks like only one way to keep going, hopefully we find any problems or issues soon and recover the pack and tools.  The sooner the better."

Forge continues to move forward....

Riceak follows along with his mace at the ready to attack whatever may pop out and attack them.

Cumarinda whispers to Fenris, "I'm so happy that you are here, with me."
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Stepping forwards, the barbarian pauses. He wants to take the lead, not trusting his 'friends' yet. Everyone left him but not the cleric. Her heart was with him. Fenris's hands clench tightly, gripping his blade but he remains by Cumarinda's side at least for now. The group keeps walking along and come across a fork. Left or right. His eyes narrow, thinking of what the man who asked the group said. Nothing creeps out.

Forge considers the lead to the barbarian as he steps forward, then he hangs back and as the man pauses, he lets him ponder his choice....if anyone is going to advise the man it should be his chosen helper....

"Did we already pass the gate section? I know there was a wall when we came down, but I don't recall a gate. Although, I could have missed at my height, but if there hasn't been one yet then it was supposed to be to the left so we would go right. Vice versa if we've already walked by it," commented Riceak as the group came to a halt. He didn't like the idea of being in an area where the water level could be detrimental for him any longer than possible, so the spellthief was going to do whatever possible to make sure that they kept a move on.

"I haven't seen any gates yet so we probably haven't passed it yet. I seem to recall being told to go to the right until we
find a crosslegged area where we were supposed to go left. Of course that is if I understood what Philip said correctly."

Cumarinda attempted to follow the rambling instructions they were given.

"The man's instructions lacked much, but yes he reported a gate, so he could not go that way, but that does not mean the gate will still be closed when we arrive."

Forge says to the priestess....
"It is perhaps his place to lead?"

"Did you not listen to the bloody mans words? Right is the gate. Left is where he came from. So we go the way he came not do the damn gate. Bloody good for nothing...." The barbarian stares at Forge. He looks at the cleric "Maybe having a actual tracker lead the way makes sense." He seems aggrivated.

"If you want to lead, then go ahead and lead. No need to insult anyone," stated Riceak while staring at Fenris.

The barbarian stares right back at him, eyes narrow. Rather down at him. Nothing seems to scare Fenris nevermind a halfling who is half his size. For a elf he's built.

Cumarinda rests a firm but gentle hand on Fenris's shoulder, while speaking to him with calm sincerity, "Lead on tracker,
forgive my thought that your skills and senses might be overwhelmed with the smell and ick that lives down here.
Forgive me, my mighty husband, and lead on, you always know the way to go." she concludes with a smile as she makes way for Fenris to lead.

Forge has nothing to say, he just continues moving forward with the others...

As much as the barbarian wants to cleave the halfing in two-course be small bits, Fenris holds back. He turns towards the cleric, eyes narrowed then he takes the lead. Whatever is bugging him if anything goes unknown.

With the group following, Fenris kneels down and checks something out. Course with all the sludge and muck, its hard. He stands up and the group keeps walking ahead until they come across a fork. In the distance its hard to tell but it looks like a gate to the left and to the right it goes down at a angle.

Riceak keeps to the back of the group as they move forward.

Forge makes out nothing at the place the barbarian knelt, and when they encounter the gate, this is one of the directions the man had mentioned, so believing they are on the right track, he too keeps moving forward...

He takes a piece of chalk and makes a circle on the wall...

Curmarinda turns to Fenris after Forge has made his mark and says, "As I remember we were told to go to the right here, opposite the direction of the grate. But we're following our tracker, so please keep us on track, darling."

As Fenris seems to know the way, she will continue to follow him.
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Oh the look on Fenris face when she chides him? He is definatly not a happy elf. The barbarian stands up, growls and pulls out his sword. He ponts it towards the right and keeps moving. Telling a trackers to just track and not say anything-well to Fenris probably a good idea depending on who does it. Its pretty evident he knows the way-there's no where else to really get lost to!

After a few moments of following the sewer, it comes to a four way intersection. Straight ahead it seems to go down at a angle. The other two seem to be somewhat straight. Eyes narrow, the barbarian kneels down and grabs a unlit torch. Well it was lit but dropped into the soggy side of the sewer. He sniffs it a few times and stands back up and starts to head down the path that has the water flowing down after jumping across. Fenris stops and looks at the others.

Forge continues to follow the man's lead, seeing no need to inquire or understand the man's obvious purposeful actions.....

Riceak continues along while keeping his eyes peeled for whatever may be lurking down here.

Cumarinda returns her husband's gaze and offers a genuine apology to him in elven before jumping over the stream behind him and following down the path.
She checks the position of her luminous orb for just a moment to ensure that it lights her way without blinding the others' view.
"Fenris, you are my champion and my husband." She softly reminds him, expressing her heartfelt truth.

Cumarinda turns to Riceak and asks quietly, "Have you ever been someplace like this before? What did you do before you joined us?"
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The tracker keeps well tracking as the others follow. He grunts as the cleric talks to him, probably annoyed. About 15 minutes pass, just a long winding tunnel leading further down. Fenris stops at the end which opens up into a pretty large opening. The river keeps moving and falls downard and there is a small bridge going across it, pretty makeshift.