Stena returns to the front counter,

"Give me a single instead."

Jimjar will take the offered coin with a nod, and slip back up the entrance tunnel, departing into the city above.

The 'concierge' gives a understanding wry smile, he'd seemingly not want to bed down with the others either, and collects Stena's payment, handing her a heavy iron key. 

"It'll be through that passageway there, only singles down that way, so tends to be quieter. You're in the fourth one along on the right. The rest of your lot will be through that one there, it only goes to the Flop, though there's a washroom built into the wall on the way."

He points first at a worked stone passageway with sconces bearing lightly glowing fungus, before pointing at a more rough-hewn, dark and damp looking passage.

((To clarify, since it sounded like it might have been understood differently, the Flop Room that the rest of the party is housed in, along with the few others who have already secured a spot there, is separate from the common room, and is just an area for people to layout bedrolls or tents if they have them and want the privacy.))

Galingal will try corralling the group and if no one is getting any more infor from the locals, guiding them to the Flop. If they can take over a corner where they can get two walls at their back, they will, even if they have to push a bit to get that.

Galingal can stand watch for half the night as he can get by on 4 hours with the trance but will need a couple of others to take two hour watches.

Stena nods and heads directly to the washroom and then her room.

((I think it was just me that had misunderstood the flip room, thanks for the clarification!))

Galingal, Kolose, Petmailer and the goblins head down the passage Stena indicates leads to The Flop. The stone passage is damp and while the floor is worn from use compared to the rough hewn walls, at least it is not slick. The passage winds up slightly, eventually arriving at a wider cavern, the floor covered in a gravel that while likely not doing much to increase the comfort of bedding down here, seems to provide some measure of drainage for the damp collecting on the walls. There is a faint movement of air from the common room upon your backs, a few ventilation holes would seemingly indicate an exit for at least some of the stale, humid air. 

True to what was indicated to Stena by the fellow who assigned rooms, the Flop is partially occupied, though your bunkmates seem to either be resting or out of the inn at the moment, though they've staked claim to the portion of the room farthest from the entrance, some rope strung across through iron rings to provide a makeshift curtain of some bedding and tarpaulin. Looking around, there are other iron rings set in the walls, with a similar approach to the others already set up here, you could have at least some measure of privacy. 

"Hey bruh, this'll totally work! Cozy even!"

"Totally cozy.", Spiderbait agrees.

A rumbling snore sounds behind the partition.

Stena heads to the washroom, which has a latrine behind a zhurkwood one stall door, a shower behind another, and a washbasin, all with water being supplied by copper piping. She's able to freshen up if she wishes, before heading down to her room, gaining entrance with her key. The room is dry, the bed looks firm and the sheets likely coarse and scratchy, but it's quiet and she doesn't have to share with anyone. There is a bronze water bowl (currently empty) on a small desk beneath a smoky mirror, and a chamberpot beside the bed. A footlocker at the end of the bed provides a place to secure belongings if she wishes, it seems keyed to the same lock as the door.

((What is Stena's duration on looking like a duergar?))

((Can someone roll me two d20s please?))

((D1: 20  D2: 3  )

((Stena's disguise lasts an hour, but since we say it's innate fear driving it she'd probably use both her slots giving her a couple of hours.))

Stena stops in front of the shower, then glances around before looking down at her gray hands. She suppresses a shudder and steps in to use it.

In her room she locks the door, moves the desk in front of the door along with the footlocker, actively not looking in the mirror. Once she feels the room is secure she will curl up in the fetal position on the bed.

Petmailer smirks as Spiderbait begins to bed down, he looks around the room, trying to discern if any threats are here or anyone who would out them as the refuges that they are.  (Perception : 22).  He tries to find a spot that allows the most privacy available, stowing his gear within arms reach and his short sword under his pillow.  When he is satisfied, he closes his eyes and starts to fall into a trance, replaying the memories of recent events in his mind.

Galingal will keep watch while Petmailer is in his trance. Then will settle in to his own trance once Petmailer has finished his.

Petmailer, without pulling aside the curtain and peeking at your "Flop-mates", you aren't sure if whoever you're sharing accommodations with would peg you as being escaped prisoners of the drow, or if they'd seek to capitalize on it if the could, but the snoring does sound deep and rumbling, you'd expect a rather large fellow might be the source, but you only hear one individual breathing back there. If Stena passed on that there were a few folks with spots here already, or even by the size of the partitioned area you might expect that there are more than the one you can currently hear that are bunking in the Flop. The others may be out and about, or otherwise less noticeable given the snoring. There is a faintly sweet, fungal odor that Petmailer occasionally catches whiffs of, but it may just be some bit of fruit that got left behind and started to ferment, though he doesn't see anything of that description.

Galingal is on watch about two hours before a bedraggled Jimjar hauls himself into the sleeping quarters, flashing a grin despite clearly being bone tired.

"Five gold says you won't guess who I ran into!", he whispers, coming over to slump into a seated position by the shadow elf. The deep gnome looks like he might be missing a tooth.

Galingal watches Jimjar reappear and doesn’t say anything until he settles down.

”Just say who you met and why they broke your teeth.”

Insight check about the fungal odor?  What does he think about the source of this : 7

Or nature check, if more appropriate  : 4 

Petmailer sits up straight, coming out of his trance and observing Jimjar, listening for the news of whose fist he ran into..

Stena sleeps fitfully.

"Ah, this? Nah, that was just a drunk human, caught a lucky swing at me.", Jimjar says, sticking his tongue in the gap in his teeth and wincing.

He glances over at the drawn curtain and raises an eyebrow at Galingal when the elf refuses to guess or join his wager. Finding the shadow elf a dour audience, and Petmailer looking on, he shrugs. "Come on out.", he whispers back towards the tunnel.

A male drow warrior emerges from the tunnel, eyes flicking to Galingal and giving him a nod, before turning his intense gaze on Petmailer, mouth turning at the corner in a bit of a frown.

Galingal

Petmailer sits bolt upright, ready to spring, feeling that somehow he's been caught once again.  He switches to undercommon as a matter of reflex.  "Whoa... who's... wait a minute, do I recognize you?  I just can't place it..."  He stands slowly, sinewy muscles tense, ready to spring like a deer in the lights.

((History check?))

History check : 16

Galingal stands up and approaches Sarith, looking at the Drow carefully. Finally he nods and asks “The others? Did anyone else survive?”

The drow's frown fades as Galingal talks, Petmailer can see that there's some amount of history between the two, and perhaps not unexpected that both drow trust the shadar-kai more than one of their own culture. While at first you take him to be a stranger, there's a nagging familiarity. Something about the cheekbones and ears remind you of a drow female you were subordinate to during part of your training. Lialnai Kzekarit. Vicious and manipulative. A model drow mistress. You moved too slow for her liking once, and she made sure you were... incentivized to not dawdle in the future.

Petmailer's reverie is interrupted by the drow responding to Galingal.

"Stool and the 'Prince' are sleeping in the corner there. We're the only three that made it here. Lex fell, that thing that arose from the water knocked a building on her. I scooped up the backpack with the kid and kept running. Made it out with Thom and that Ugglukja from the bar. He insisted we head here, managed to get picked up with some others fleeing the city falling on a duergar barge. Got most of the way here before things went wrong on the boat. Crew staged a mutiny, killed the captain and first mate, then got attacked by something in the water. I threw Stool on my back and swam for shore, not sure if Thom and Ugglukja made it out, last I saw of the barge it was on fire until it got pulled under, things were chaotic. Headed this way, the 'Prince' had been tracking Stool and caught up to us before we reached the city. Hope if the others made it, that they'll make their way here."

After speaking at length, the drow pauses to rub his head, wincing as if it gave him a headache to say so much.

"Jimjar said Stena made it here with you too?", he eventually asks, looking around and noting the one missing from the deep gnomes accounting.