Longstrider nods and points back towards the entrance. "Rest here while you can. Perhaps you may find something of us while you're here. But know that if you try and harm any of our residents, we won't hesitate to end you. Even you, Shortfang." Longstrider gave him a stern glare as he gulped and nodded quickly. Afterwards you were dismissed to do what you must. Pylia took off her mask and took a whiff of the air. "Well, at least this part of the sewers isn't as rank as the other parts. Moldy and stale perhaps... In any case, I'll try and make a few more potions for us. We will certainly need them, as I'm out of my stronger level magics, and I think I'm good for about... Three more castings of spells, not including my orisons." She sighs as Shortfang seems oddly eager. "Let's go find mom! She strong, smart, no let trog kill her. Shortfang know her house by smell. Let's go!"