Voil Guldi had been pleased. The party was paid, as contracted, and the Dwarven gemcutter had offered to broker the converting of the barrels of copper and smaller barrels of silver into Awmnite currency for a modest commission.
"How modest?" Esperalda had asked.
"Practically embarrassed." Guldi had answered. "There's not much call for copper in Athkatlos - no status in it."
During the interval, the Jeweler's Guild had sent some guards down into the storm drain to secure the trapdoor, and to prevent the kobolds from re-establishing control of that level. Hunting dogs were let loose in the sewers. Success was mixed.
A week or so after, the party was summoned to Voil Guldi's office at the Jewelers' Guild. A series of burglaries had struck the Gem District, first a smith had some iron files stolen, then merchants began to report break-ins in their cellars - from the sewers.
"Kobolds...again!" said Esperalda.
"They seem pretty determined to get back into the storm drains." said Jao Afonse.
"Filth beckons filth." said Esperalda.
"Perhaps something is driving them from below?" mused Osondria.
Once again, with weary hearts (but dry feet) the party prepared to enter the storm sewers...
