The stretch was gag inducing. You're not sure if better dead or alive, but either way you were barely able to resist the urge to vomit your breakfast burger. Shortfang and Buddy seem to feel dizzy but otherwise survive, but poor Pylia had to run off to the side to vomit, requiring the shamans to use their magic to help her feel better. Regardless, eventually you all would be able to get over the sickening aspect of trog stench, and it was around this time that Shor and his guardsmen were about to head out. As planned, they will be attacking the Black Claw tribe and securing weapons and intel. You will need to head to the Jabrani Tribe, taking out their leadership to ensure they can't provide any aid to the other tribes or otherwise hinder the kobolds. If possible, try and go for the Toxin Croak tribe as well.
In addition, a kobold scouting party will be sent out to provide some aid and intel, lead by Skinwalker. As someone who knows these sewers well she and her small team could easily avoid any danger in the sewers, and they will do their best to keep you up to date about any strange going on. Since you'll be attacking the Jabrani, they will keep and eye on the Toxin Croak so they can update you once you're done. They will leave behind markings to communicate safe spots or dangers ahead, which Shortfang would know how to translate when he sees them. It was finally time to go.
"Gotta save family, and city! If trogs take over sewers, whole town in danger!" Shortfang loaded his crossbow with a heavy bone tipped bolt, holding an extra arrow in his off-hand to reload or in an emergency.
"I can't say I was expecting anything like this when we got to Gransys, but I'll admit, this feels better than talking to stuffy priests." Pylia says with a smirk as she straps on her shield and draws out her warclub. She added a leather strap to the hilt to securely keep it close at hand.
Buddy simply took out his axe, wiped off some dust, and nods to you, ready to go when you are.