Grok
Dwarf Paladin 7
AC: 19 HP: 77/77 PP: 10 PIv: 9 PIs: 10
HD: 7/7d10, Conditions: none

Following the slightly taller dragonling, Sam, as he leads the way towards the sewers, Grok reflects, momentarily, on the events that had led him here, before quickly letting his thoughts focus on the task ahead of him. Of how his investigation had led him to the boat. The assassins, who must be connected, as otherwise, why would they have attacked. The suspiciously fast response of the guard, and their evident inability to conduct a proper interrogation. The complete lack of other information, but for two acts of potential evil, with nothing to link them to whomever attacked his clan. But, keep making a mess, and someone will come to put a stop to it, eventually. And then? Then, he would have someone to ask properly.

With his pack already on his back, Grok doesn't collect anything from the recovered items, simply stamping his feet a couple of times to make sure his boots were on properly as he waited for everyone to put on their slightly damp, salty armor.

Inside the sewer, Grok doesn't seem to react to the smell, simply looking around, and taking in the poorly maintained stonework and passageways with a grunt of disapproval. "Wouldn't last more'n a couple a centuries. And wells in the sewers? Are they mad? Ruins the grog." Despite, that, his hands remain on the haft of his halberd, and his eyes glance around, keeping an eye out for anything of interest.

However, as the tunnel widens, and a split becomes clear: A place where some other party had broken in, and where some official had decided to block the tunnel, he looks back, and gestures to the path to the left.