Dinah did as you told, climbing up into the chimney and carefully using her claws to work her way down. As she went further down you could barely hear some voices through the other side. It sounded gruff.

"Oi. Ya pick up some sausage or what? All ya got here is more of that weed shit!"

"Shove off I told ya I wasn't doing your shoppin. Ain't my fault you spending all your money on bitches and whores."

"Fucking hell I'm starving. You crap bastards keep eating through everything in the larder! Fucking hells."

"Shuddup. Patches said someone's bout to drop off yesterday's pay round this time. You can stuff your fat face once the money comes round."

"The hell with that. Patches always stealin our money away for that 'investment plant' of his. Why can't he just do an even eight split? We each get a hundred gold each, don't see why he can't just spend his earnings on whatever it is he's doing instead of taking a cut from us."

"I don't know and I don't give a damn. You got some problem about it you bring it up to him. This shit's easier than tossing boxes all day for those dock bastards. Earned hundreds more this past month than I ever had working hard years."

The conversation ended there with one of the voices grumbling about watching over the dead drop. Dinah tried to climb a bit more down, however any further and she was liable to fall right into the room, something she knew she didn't want to do and awaited your orders on whether she should stay, climb up, or drop down.