It did not take her long to find a latch that made the barrel swing open, and reveal a tunnel behind it, leading down. Damp smelly air greeted the group - directly from the sewers it seemed. Steps, running steps, were heard clearly, and the chase was on.<br/><br/>The merchant was more fleet of foot than expected, though they were gaining on him, and finally caught up when the air started to smell like the harbor - more salty, but still smelly. Snarling the man turned around and drew a dagger that shimmered with some liquid in the dim light "back off or die!"