Ghaazala shrugs at Voloke, though the gesture isn't hostile. "For all we know, thousands." She smirks fangily. "We could go upstairs, find out half the city is overrun with wights and the other half full of magickers and nobles trying to burn it down. Welcome to Waterdeep."<br/><br/>To Wren she comments, "Not much but outflow pipes and inspection hatches goes into the sewer for<em>legal</em>reasons," she mutters. "Cellarers and present company excluded."<br/><br/>She frowns suddenly. "Just a thought; muckin' up wights is in anybody's purview as sees them, but is breakin' and enterin' really in our writ? Or is that summat as might be taken for," she coughs and does a very bad imitation of Rulathon's determinedly stern voice, "'vigilanteism'."<br/><br/>"Not that I'm necessarily vigil-anti. Give me the right reasons and I can be plenty vigil-pro." The tiefling gives a grim chuckle.<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">Yay! Zombie apocalypse Faerun-style, GO!</div></div>