Cult of Flint

"Do people here get sick often? I know there might be some magic down here, but surface studies show waste and stuff like this isn't good for you."

'I don't know about the other guys, they never mention it. I don't get sick, but that's because I've gotten immune to it from living in filth since forever'

'Man, that sounds depressing.'

"I'm surprised you don't have tuberculosis."

'Same, bro. But I'm not dead yet, and it's worth it, being here with the rats and the peace and quiet, and the occasional dropped coin'

"Maybe I'll stay here for a while, I might tag up the sewer walls if you don't mind though. Give it a pop of color."

'Feel free to! A bit of art wouldn't go amiss! It's not like there are any city watch down here to arrest ya for it'

"I'd like to see them try."

"You'll wake up tomorow and notice that the walls are covered in skulls and smiley faces. Maybe the paint/aerosol smell will dampen the sewer smell."

'I guess you're actually strong enough to resist arrest? I tended to just try to scuttle off. Yeah, I've been in trouble with the law in the past. And in trouble with pest control.'

"Not really strong per say. But I can set fire to my hands, and I'm fire proof." 

I cast burning hands

'Woah! Epic! Just don't set the rats alight!' he jokes. 'Kill them off, that's half my friend circle dead'

I blow off my hands and the fire disappears. 

'Ya some kinda wizard then?'

"I thought I told you, I'm a bard, so my guitar gives me powers. But things like that are from my demon dad, because technically I'm a warlock and he's my patron just not really, he's just a cool dad."

'He sounds like a cool dad. And you're a cool bard. Not like some bards...'

"Oh... those ones."

I hate the stereotypical bard.))

Instead of a horny bard I'm a bard with horns

'I know a song about bards, ya wanna hear it?'

*they're the worst!*

Davras wanders in. They look like a primarily male drow with long wavy white hair and medium purple skin. “Hey guys. What’s up?”