"Geno!"<br/><br/>The guardsmen recognize the dragonfolk's voice immediately, and they lower their weapons with a sigh of relief. They are still intimidated by the predator, but at least they know that he is on their side.<br/><br/>"You scared us...this city is crawling, something bad's in the air."<br/><br/>"...it smells like blood" says another guardsman. All of them shiver.<br/><br/>"You're...you're one of them, Geno." pleads the smallest, barely an adolescent but old enough to hold a crossbow.  "You can talk to them...tell them not to eat us..."<br/><br/>"Pull yourself together Pip," says the oldest, shaking his halberd, "nobody is going to be eating us while we've got something to say about it! Geno, it's good to know you're in town. Sorry to have delayed you." He steps out of the way.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Lilandra and Grai are in the westmost part of Roddentown, making their way down unlit streets towards the central square where the Cellar is. As she is walking along and talking to Grai, Lilandra's keen elven eyes suddenly catch a flicker at roof-level, and then another. As she looks closer, she sees small lantern-carrying figures moving along the gutters.<br/><br/>[Grai Spot: 6 roll + 10 mod = 16; DC: 15; success]<br/><br/>The moment he sees Lilandra's head move, Grai also spots them. They appear to be rodentfolk, and armed.