<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/1614909bfc5217e10610f27c691e0f30/tumblr_oj0pkzJOHp1utyn51o3_540.jpg)</div>Rix slipped in after the others; her "day job" kept her busy enough as it was, helping a depressive gnome sort through slagged metal and assorted gewgaws is a task made for shoulder larger than hers, for sure. At least she had taken the time to clean herself up; the dusts, greases, and... substances that one handled at the junkyard hardly made you good company. Her fur was ever-so-slightly damp from her wash, and she had traded out her smock for a rather beaten set of leathers that covered her torso, with a metal-ringed kilt hanging to her knees, letting her tail slip out freely. It was a simple stroll over to the bar, climbing a stool and reaching over the counter to pour herself a mug of beer. The water in this town always left a sour taste in her mouth, so the brew was her go-to beverage of late.<br/><br/>Her rounded ears turned towards each of her companions in turn as they spoke, whiskers folding back as she took a long draw from her mug. She looked between the two men as their attention focused on her. The ratfolk's small shoulders gave a shrug. When she spoke, her voice was high-pitched and had a very slight lisp; it doesn't help that her Taldane wasn't very good, but she knew Cosima didn't have a very good grasp of Hallit, so... "We don't know much, except what told. Caves, so dark. We'll have to swim. Might be more of those metal<em>things.</em>Might... have to bring back bodies." She reached for a pawfull of nuts, munching them down with shocking quickness. "So, bring light; bring weapons, leave heavy things behind. I have these," she produces a tightly-bound burlap bundle and two cylinders wrapped in thick waxed paper. "In case of bad news. Bag and floats."<br/><br/>She finished her beer then, thumping the fired clay mug onto the table. "Biggest problem is the ceiling falling. Probably not many monsters living under town, but a cave can collapse. Might be what happened to the fire, and to the others." She looked to Cosmina, the ratfolk's sharp eyes exploring the faint "tattoos" for a curious moment before she nodded. "We should go, now, like she says." Looking back to the two men. "Set a rope, best swimmer carries it down first, others follow. we figure it out from there."