The tension in the air was thicker than the foul sewer stench. Many kobolds could not sit still as they were doing their best to prepare for the worse when those troglodytes arrive. Many were trying to build fortifications or weapons, some practicing with mixed success. It was obvious that many of these kobolds were not trained in fighting. They constructed barriers and weapons well enough, but if they needed to defend themselves, it would not end well for them. Pylia focused intently on her potion making using the ingredients Skinwalker gave her. After a few experimental potions to test their potency, she was able to make four healing potions, thanks to the potency of the ingredients.

Skinwalker herself busied herself with her tanning and crafting herself. Surprisingly enough, it seemed like she also had access to dyes and other textiles than just hides; she had a whole other tent dedicated to those. What she was making was hard to see, but she was making some sort of white cloth... Before too long however there's a ruckus by the entrance as the doors open, and suddenly Syfr lands nearby and hoots at you. Pylia comes out with the potions as Buddy follows her. "Looks like they're here! Let's go Sylvia." Pylia says as she and Buddy heads out to the front.

When you arrive you see Yorik and Aisha. Yorik had a wide grin while Aisha had a cloth wrapped in front of her face, likely to mask the scent as well. "We got yer letter kid! Hah ha ha! Ain't even a day and ya already found trouble and hot on dem Elysium gits!" Aisha smacked Yorik's chest though he didn't seem to notice. "Silence you oaf! We don't have any definitive proof of their involvement yet. But yes, we have received your message, Sylvia. Shor sent us as we're the only ones with darkvision. He and the others have gone to castle to inform of the Seneschal of the troglodyte threat and to see if he can receive some reinforcements, but I doubt it will come quickly or today. If things are as bad as your letter implies, we may not even have time bring guardsmen down here before those vermin overrun this settlement and secure a stronger foothold into the docks." Yorik just spat and snorted, taking his warhammer off his belt and giving it a few testy swing. That's when the chain suddenly appeared and turns out his hammer is actually a flail. "Basically, she's saying we gotta go crush heads now, rather den later! Looks like ya got sum lads ere ready fer a scrap already. Leave it ta me an da elf 'ere ta fortify dis place, make it nice an ready fer da next fight. Ye do wot ye gotta do and we'll make sure dis place is ready fer ya when you come back!"