As the others conversed, I stuck to the background, silently observing, until something would catch my interestas was my way. Noticed a man exit the building, his face concealed and seemingly surrounded by a miasma. Where was he going? I wondered. From what I had seen so far, seperating from the rest was unusual with these wayfarers. "Where are you headed?" I asked the person leaving. As he entered a sewer grate, I followed suit. There, I was revolted to find the organic mass that had grown on the walls. Although this was not the first time I had seen such a thing, it remained a disgusting sight.
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Having shaken off their persuers, Ba'Gamnan and Gijuk had set about setting up several traps and roadblocks across the city. "They's took us by suprise last time. We won't make the same mistake twice." Ba'Gamnan remarked as he watched his brother place explosive devices in several strategic positions.
Gijuk only grunted in responce to the moot comment. "And hurry it up, would ye? The sooner we can grabs our pay, the better!"
"This would go much quicker if ye actually helped!"
Ba'Gamnan snorted at his brother's indignation. "Me? Do they heavy work? That's wot ye are for!"