Grumbling the entire way there and trying to not day dream too much about what to do in this situation. Being that to take one thug after another and beat the information out of them until I get what I want. But that would mean having to deal with the yelling and the blood and the more blood, and punching hapless fools gets boring after a while. Standing there with my feeble comrades that couldn't take a blow from a sword to save their lives, idling taking a swig from a jar of something booze that I bought on the way here.<br/><br/>Hearing one of them talk about summoning snakes or some such nonsense, which is just pathetic. Unable to do you own scouting and relying on creatures? Please. If it weren't for the fact of my presence making sure that these three don't just get knocked up against the head and carted off to a brothel is what is keeping me from wandering off down the road towards the bars. I do keep an leery eye at the rabble here on the street, making it quite clear to anyone with my shiny armor and badass sword that I am a bitch not to be pissing off.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">One of you spellcasters better have silence prepared. Once we do find the correct warehouse, I can easily slice my way through a simple masonry wall to create an entrance. The problem is the noise it would generate.</div></div>