Norrak took on a more serious aura as he addressed Fox. "That should be acceptable, I'll have a map and papers drawn up later today." He watched the other's gaze fall on the wine bottles at his side, his hand reached for one as the tent door flapped open and a guard rushed in. Norrak gestured for the guards to lower their swords before turning his attention to the clearly troubled new arrival. He listened to the man as he choked out his message around gasps for air. "What! Leonin is here!" The dwarf stood, hands planted firmly on the desk, a scowl on his face. "If I am not mistaken, there should be an old delivery tunnel that leads out past the city." Norrak pulled a map out from his bag, unrolling across the desk, he traced a line that appeared to lead nowhere. "It hasn't been used in years but it's the only other way."