[color=7ea7d8]"Well, at least we'll have some help. That's better then nothing."[/color] Parum said dourly as Escobert explained the situation to them. Parum made sure to remember the signal they'd need to get back in if they didn't want to get pumped full of arrows and followed the others through the tunnel. Sure enough the place smelled damp and disgusting. Parum was no stranger to waste and rats but she certainly wouldn't tolerate it. She covered her nose as they moved through the tunnel, and she was careful not to step in anything wet and squishy. She still questioned why she was doing all of this in the first place, even if she had begrudgingly accepted that any other alternative was just going to be a slow death. Doubt still stewed in Parum's mind, and she wondered if she could possibly escape this madness while they were outside the village. Surely these kobolds and raiders were too busy looting the city to go after any runners. And Parum was skilled enough at hiding; she could easily use her Minor Illusions to disguise herself as a nondescript barrel or bush. If she could sneak through this town, then surely she could sneak out of it.

Once outside Parum took out her rapier and viol, readying her spell. They were near a dry riverbed and just up the hill was the rest of the village. She could hear roaring fire in the distance, but aside from that there wasn't much voices. Looking over to Kyra, Parum motioned her forward. [color=7ea7d8]"This is your turf. Lead us to the temple."[/color] While Parum could make an educated guess about the village's layout, it would be best to let the native guide them. The halfling just hoped Kyra wouldn't try to do anything stupid, like attack a group of kobolds just because they're carrying off treasure.