Stables of the Whispering Dragon
Geoffrey crosses his arms up as the others didn't agree with his,"Well, you never know, it could work. It might smash true the rat king or something" he grumbles and seeing as everyone's introducing themselves, Geoffrey does so too,"I am Geoffrey, I was once many things, nobleman, lover, slave, gladiator and now pest control." he says, staring at the rathole,"So what do we do with this crack, should we leave it to the owner or do something else with it?"