Looking around the Cellar, Lyss can only see the way up and no other secret entrances out. The Cellar is littered with brewing equipment snd there are a couple of firkins piled up in the corner. Other than that, the cellar has a few crates of mundane household items, including a box of soft toys and an old wooden crib that has been dismantled.

((There were no other turns or exits we saw, so presumably the well trodden path is from people heading out this way?))

Lyss hands her bow to Aimee. 

"I'm gonna try something dumb. I think the folk up there are halflings, back me up if it goes wrong, but don't blast unless I give you the word? Which is... Um mmm. Blast 'Em!"

She heads to the way up and peeks out.

(Yes it would seem that the pathway that seemed to be less dusty and had a few footmarks coming in and out could only lead here. You had noticed there has been passage to and from where you found the secret tunnel, and a little of the dirt from the tunnel was trailing on the floor, but it wasn’t particularly well trodden, and neither was much of the underground lair you found yourself in.)

Peeking through the doorway, It opens out into a small larder filled with deliciously ripe fruit and vegetables.There is a door to her right, it seems to be of low quality with a crude lock on it. To the left, there is a kitchen, with a covered pot on the side next to a tray of freshly baked cookies which Lyss recognises to be a traditional Halfling delicacy. The voices seem to be coming from that direction, and are slightly louder as she opens the door, but don’t seem to be coming directly from the kitchen.

Aimee goes back to her normal face, but keeps the tusks.

"Sure thing Lyss! Blast!"

Lyss sneaks forward and listens to the conversation, after glancing at the locked door to see if it is an internal or external door.

"Do not blast things you cant see," Kerri objects.

Aimee ponders the wisdom of Kerri's words.

"I'm not even sure I could do that? I think I have to see things to blast them? I've never tried!"

"Don't blast anyone not openly hostile," she suggests instead

As Lyss passes the door, she can feel the cool night air from the gaps between the door and doorway. Listening in on the other side she hears cheery halfling voices..... “It’ll be grand, we’ll get the boy down helping us on the stall. Teach him the value of a hard days work!” “Well, wouldn’t that be something, getting some work out of the boy. Cyrrollalee knows we need an extra hand around here!”

The tusks disappear and Aimee looks at Kerri, a very serious expression on her face. She nods solemnly, then starts to laugh.

"Why would I blast anyone else! I'm not crazy!"

She rubs the scar on her scalp thoughtfully a few moments before saying,

"I've never had the chance to blast sooo many people! I'm pretty good at it right?"

She makes blasting movements with her arms and a booming sound.

Lyss will dip back and check the door for traps, squeaky hinges and the like before unlocking it and poking her head out into the alley(?) to check for lookouts.

 As long as that goes well, she'll return to the others.

"There's a door out, Aimee, take my bow with you, would you? There's a couple of halflings in the room next door, I'll try putting on the innocent act if they hear us and keep them distracted. If that happens, rest of you head for the door and figure out where we are, find somewhere to regroup?"

For Lyss, it all goes well, suspiciously so. The hinges seem to have been oiled recently, and the lock turns noiselessly and easily. Outside the door it seems to be a residential back alley, similar in style to much around the city. Refuse would be left out here and picked up every tenday by wagons that would stop on the main road while workers would take a wheelbarrow down the allies. It seems that there was a collection fairly recently as there is not a lot of waste out here.

Spark attempts to quiet his jangles a bit, while following the others.

Stealth: 9

Aimee also 'sneaks' out.

Stealth: 9

Once outside,

"Wow! That's a lot of trash! Where are we? We need to return Floon! Where's Floon?"

Lyss winces at what passes for stealth from her companions.

As the group make’s it’s way out towards the door, stamping a little to heavy on the staircase as they head up. The halfling voice gets louder. 

In halfling

 As Aimee and Spark are halfway out of the door, they hear a smash followed by a scream. In the kitchen stands a plump middle-aged halfling man in his bedclothes,  He scream so ething ,in halfling, pieces of broken plate scattered around his hairy feet. His face filled with terror

Kerri steps around when the man goes screaming, "Not thieves," she says, holding her hands up, "we somehow wound up here from the sewers please forgive us."

In halfling Aimee says,

"Nope! We aren't thieves! My name is Aimee! We're just leaving! Your place smells nice, way better than the sewers! Bye!"

Spark scowls at the man.

"Are you blind?  Do we look like thieves?  Thieves have not the raw dignity that I do, the unwavering poise."

”Although," he continues "perhaps the smell is similar."

"Sorry to bother you, have a good night!", Lyss throws some money at the fellow and scurries out after the others, closing the door behind her. 

((Deducting 7 gold.))