The door opened to reveal...<br/><br/>...a cellar, filled with kegs of ale, beer, and other dwarven alcohol. Steps led up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. "We made it!" Youmu laughed, sounding relieved. A lift of the trapdoor would show the interior of a tavern, where luckily the staff were too busy serving their patrons to notice the new arrivals as they emerged from the cellar. The clientele was mainly dwarves but with a smattering of other races, probably traders or sailors from the ships at the docks, and the three girls wouldn't stand out too much. Luckily Rayne had her cape to cover up her attention-drawing armor while the other two were more conventionally dressed.<br/><br/>"Psst," Starstrike's voice whispered from Youmu's ring, "to your left, in the corner!" From the corner table Starstrike waved them over. At their table, Starstrike hugged Rayne like friends who hadn't seen each other in a while. She didn't miss the half-elven sceptre - the one not put away in the inventory - pressing stiffly against her slim belly. "Oh, still got this? I'll have to take care of it later... business first though..." she called out for a server, "Can I have some firewhiskey over here?"<br/><br/>The staff here were unfortunately not busty wenches with their charms half hanging out of their uniforms, but surly dwarves. At least they knew how to be efficient and discreet, leaving the four to their privacy after depositing a bottle and shot glasses at their table. The firewhiskey burned the throat but warmed the belly, especially after all they had been through. "Cheers! We got this far, but don't let your guard down yet because there's still one more step to go." Starstrike drained her glass and started refilling, "these underground rivers must connect with the surface seas somewhere. The way I see it, we can try to purchase passage or stow away on one of the merchant ships outbound for a surface port. The authorities are bound to be looking for you two, or you three now, though... Or, we can be pirates and hijack the fastest ship in the docks, blow our cover sooner rather than later but we'll control what happens."