Jorin has watched the sense of disgust rise over Ilena's face during the trip back through the sewers.  He eyes the ladder up to the kitchen and says, "Let us head up here, a little less time spent the sewers is not a bad thing."  

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Floon has spent much of the trek gagging, and/or answering any of your questions.

Floon fails to answer Drusk's question.

Drusk asks: "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck would chuck wood?" But all that talk about up-chucking seemed to make Floon too queasy to give an answer.

When Floon is looking less green, Drusk will ask: "While we have some time, would you like to tell us what happened between the time Volo left you and we came across you about to be sacrificed?"

During the trek back, Hildigrim follows along, not leading, but rather looking through the spell book for anything of interest. In fact, it surprises him when the others start climbing the ladder, and he puts the book away to follow them up.

"Oh thank Tyr, I'll be so glad to be free of this disgusting place." Ilena says, climbing the ladder as quickly as possible.

The party sloshes its way up the ladder and into the kitchen of the Spouting Fish, a tavern in the Dock Ward. The kitchen staff have some sharp words for you, mostly involving how much you smell, and kick you out, pointing you in the direction of a bath house, or the wharf, whichever you please.

Floon tells you, in fits and starts, that he was dicing with his friend Volo, and he was on a lucky streak, so when Volo left, he stayed al little longer. Then his friend Renaer showed up, and they left together, but were waylaid by some thugs. After that, his memory is a little blurry, but he was dragged about, and eventually ended up in the hideout. What is very clear to him is that they definitely thought he was Renaer, and kept asking him about some incredible treasure, and something about a stone.

His story matches what Renaer told you, even if it is a little more disjointed.

You are standing on the street in front of the Spouting Fish. It is early afternoon in the Dock Ward, and people are giving you a wide berth. For some reason.

Drusk looks at his blood and filth spattered colleagues, and doesn't see anything unusual. The people on the streets must be avoiding Floon. "You should party a little more sedately, Flange. All these people seem to know about your wild ways.

"We have rooms at that Yawn Port inn, right? If we find Volo right away, we can finish this assignment, clean up, and get some hot food & grog."

Jorin's eyes light up at the idea of hot food and strong strong drink, but then he face changes a little as he has another thought, "We may want to Ranaer that these people were looking for him.  It would seem that he avoided their snare only by luck." He then looks the group and quickly adds, "Ah, we may also want to clean up first."

Ilena looks terribly distraught at the state of her boots and clothing. "Is there a bathhouse that also sells new clothes? I'm afraid this odor may not to wash out." Her voice is still quiet and muffled, sounding more nasal as she holds the scarf over her nose.

OOC > Heading off his question, yes, Hildi knows the area and can direct the group to a reputable (meaning they won't rob you) bath house.

Pascal makes a twinkling with his fingers and suddenly Ilena is instantly clean and smells like freshly baked cookies, “Prestidigitation, cher. Quick and cheap.”

OOC > Nicely done! I always forget that power.

Ilena's almost tumbles over with glee. She drops the scarf and jumps toward Pascal, stopping herself short and holding her nose. "Uh... thanks. Might do the same for yourself... and the others as well."

Hildigrim opens his mouth to contribute to the bath house conversation when Pascal performs his magic trick, and the halfling laughs instead. "Pascal, the lizard legerdemainist!" He pats his soiled chest. "Me next. Me next!"

Pascal twiddles his fingers once more and Hildi is clean once more and smells of blueberry muffins. 

"Hainard's hairy toes!" Hildigrim exclaims, examining himself. He breathes in the scent, his eyes closing, and his face displaying a look of contentment.

Jorin considers the last spell that was cast on him and frowns, "This does appear to be the fastest way to clean.  Very well, Pascal, you may use your magic to clean me."

"Please do a cleansing on me as well. But I request not to smell of blueberry muffins."

(OOC: Are we are leaving Floon to wallow in his own filth, to contemplate on his poor life choices?)

"As joyous as it is to be clean, and fun as standing about cheering at our success is, perhaps we should think about what is next? Master Floon, should we return you to your friends? Maybe Ranaer or Master Volo have some insight into why you were apprehended in the first place?"

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Jorin considers the last spell that was cast on him and frowns, "This does appear to be the fastest way to clean.  Very well, Pascal, you may use your magic to clean me."

 Twinkling, sparkle, honey mead!

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"Please do a cleansing on me as well. But I request not to smell of blueberry muffins."

(OOC: Are we are leaving Floon to wallow in his own filth, to contemplate on his poor life choices?)

 Zap, boom... lavender? Sure, lavender!

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"Please do a cleansing on me as well. But I request not to smell of blueberry muffins."

 Zap, boom... lavender? Sure, lavender!

Drusk feels the sudden urge to learn Thaumaturgy, so that he will be prepared the next time Pascal has a hangover ("your voice booms three times as loud as normal").