Just the hole, which immediately connected to a larger tunnel running parallel, so the hole was sort of like the stem of a T intersection

If there was a top to the sewers, Othokent hurriedly pushes the top over it. Regardless, the feel of wind on his scales prompted a great shiver from the Lizardfolk and starts walking away from the hole with his prize tucked under his arm still. "Shellfolk and soft-folk move quickly still for a while more. Never trust predator to give up chase easily. Not after robbing it off prey. Even in the cold time; especially in cold time. Learned hard way once. Othokent was not very Othokent that day." The little Lizardfolk lets out this adorable sounding hissing sneeze as he walks further into the main thoroughfare. 

"Left it is then" turning round Mazir waits for the other two before moving back along the sewers the way they came. 

Let's find a jail cell for our friend here Motioning to Lux

Torgar stopped as the silence was broken. He'd reach for his greataxe, clutching it in both hands, but when nothing came charging at them from the darkness and into the light provided by Mikkeo, he'd continue forward until stopped by bars. "Is this to keep the creature in or us out.." Pondering for a moment before taking Mazir's lead and heading back toward the left tunnel, making his way toward the front of the group as they went.

OOC: Was the "shriek" recognizable as an individual in fear or pain, or did it sound like a creature?

Alvaryn chuckles as he watches Othokent carry the body of the beast out into the main thoroughfare, amused by some of the looks he begins to get from those moving by. “He is a strange one.” He says with a wide smile on his face, “I quite like the fellow! As you say, let us get our dear friend Mr Lux back to his accommodation shall we?” He finishes turning to Wrex with a nod. “Will you be accompanying us scaled-folk?” He calls loudly after Othokent.

Group 1: As you continue down the left passage, scattered bricks begin to clutter the floor, alcoves having been carved out on the sides. The stench thickens with rot, and becomes nearly unbearable.

The shriek was definitely a creature

Othokent pauses in rubbing at his snout, and cocks his head at Alvaryn. He then skitters back up to the duo. "Whaaat? Why I never had even consider that before!" He says, sounding sarcastic as ever. "It would not be very Othokent to do otherwise. You are what this one has been after, soft-skin pointy-ears. You and shellfolk. And you need this one, this one thinks. My senses have not been as dulled as yours from this place. Otherwise, you would not have gone down there. Not sense the wrongness. Not Othokent to chase this prey -- this Mister Lux down there." Othokent sidles up and tries to sniff at Lux. For a second, it even looks like he might try to take a nip at him too. "Touched that one has been by the wrongness. Not long for this word, this one thinks. We hurry. This one follows."

For Wrex:

Group 2: Alvaryn guides you through Crestfall Quarter, and into the inner city's Sovereign district, where the Marshalcy and a majority of government bodies are based. The streets in the Sovereign district aren't necessarily empty, but the people all tend to be moving very swiftly and with purpose, horse drawn carriages pass by occasionally, rattling along the cobblestones. Though people do react to the creature clutched by Othokent, any guards only give a nod to Alvaryn as he passes. The Thrusk Marshalcy Branch is based out of a building that resembles an old cathedral, smooth marble and a towering dome, the facade decorated by images of combat on one side and agriculture on the other. Dividing the stairs of the main entrance in two are two statues, features weathered into obscurity, who seem to be in the middle of an animated discussion frozen in time. Alvaryn knows that the front door is primarily used by those with more serious business than the apprehension of a fugitive, and that they are to be delivered at the rear of the edifice. A set of double doors are all that stand in the way of yet another completed bounty.

Mikkeo walks with his sword held in one hand and his other hand pressed to his nose. "I may be able to lessen this unpleasant odor, if you wish it," he says with a grimace.

Torgar glanced at the alcoves left and right of him and the debris that laid before them. He wasn’t sure what to think of it as the overwhelming smell wasn’t making it easy to focus. “Please, Mikkeo. If there’s anything you can do about the stench, I think we should do it.”

Mikkeo hums a tune consisting of a few notes in an almost sad melody.

Alvaryn doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, confidently striding through the doors at the rear of the Marshalcy headquarters. As he enters he quickly looks to see if there any other bounty hunters present at that moment. perception:15 As he looks around hoping to catch sight of his rivals he declares with glee “The bounty on Galmin Lux’s head is hereby claimed, and in under a day no less, those who seek it you must seek another quarry this day.” A beaming grin spread across his face he quickly seeks the office of Marshal Brosth, his companions in tow.

Wrex will follow behind Alvaryn and drop Lux on desk of the first person he sees as he enters the building. I want him in a jail cell NOW! Wrex will snarl at the closest member if the city watch.

As Wrex does this Alvaryn stops and turns to him and tries to sooth the Tortles anger “Come friend, we shall take dear mr Lux here to the Marshal directly. You needn’t worry about his fate, the Marshall will not be lenient I assure you! I am on good terms with Gunther so I am sure we can make sure extra special care is taken over Lux’s fate”

Wrex will nod to Alvaryn, a look of genuine appreciation on his face before picking up their prisoner and following Alvaryn.

Othokent clutched the creature tighter to him whenever people took too much of an interest. He would not lose his material. Not to the fearful softskin or their tougher ironskin clutch brothers. In seeing the latter show deference to Alvaryn, Othokent had huddled closer to the elf, and looked at him with a renewed sense of speculation.

"Is this Marshall Chieftan then? Egg Bearer? This hunt they demand of you and shellfolk then?" He inquires, then looks to Wrex. "Why only the Lux though? He won't be enough to feed many? Was it a trial as this one thought then? This one did not overstep, yes? Othokent hopes not. This one will go if so. Not want hurt touch, or new teachers to experience it for mistake." He admits, lowering his head and slowing down just a touch.

Alvaryn looks to Othokent curiously, a wide grin crossing his face as he inquired of the ways of the marshallcy. It quickly turned to a gentle smile at his words to Wrex in particular. Once he too had a lot to learn about Thrusk and some how the lizardfolks curiosity reminded him of himself. "The Marshall is Chieftain of Justice in this place, though there are greater Chieftains above him. Chieftain Brosth deals with...eh...egg takers" At that he bursts out into laughter at his attempts to talk like the lizardfolk before shaking his head. "I am clearly no Lizard! Lux is a thief my dear Othokent, may I call you kent for short mayhaps, and here in Thrusk thieves are hunted and brought before the Marshall to face punishment. It seems that Mr Lux has wronged our good fellow Mr Wrex and as such it is fitting that he is brought to justice by our friend himself. Now come, let us not dally too long as there is intrigue afoot in the sewers of our dear city and I am keen to know more of it!" With that Alvaryn motions in the direction of the Marshalls office with a large smile on his face.

After picking up Lux again, Wrex will look to Othokent. "I am not from here... I have travled quite a distance after his filth" motioning to he limp heap hanging over his shoulder. "This guy is more than a petty thief... He was given numerous chances to change his ways and he pissed them away every chance he got." Wrex will pause a moment, anger flooding his face "My brother and I were two of the most respected members of the City Watch, and my brother always saw something in this piece of trash that no one else did... Always letting him off the hook with a slap on the wrist... Well the time for lieniencey is over... If my brother had listened to me he would still be alive now... I just want to dump this worthless excuse of a man in the closest cell and let him rot.