You’d part ways with Yorik and leave Underhaven for now, your party following you up. By the time you reach the surface it was well into the morning and almost noon. Shortfang’s eyes strained in the sun. “Ugh. So bright.” He pulled a hood up that would help cover his eyes but his kobold snout was plain to see. Pylia burned some incense to neutralize their odor as she looked over to you. “Alright, where should we head to first? Want to go visit that family who were attacked by the mimics, or maybe ask around elsewhere?” Pylia put her hand to her chin in contemplation. “In hindsight, we probably should’ve asked Dimos about some of the shops he smashed up. No matter. We’ll find out soon enough.”