"A trek through the sewers then?" Dale asks the others, watching as the over-breasted woman and her companion, who probably weighed less than her cleavage, left for the moment. It was not a pleasant-sounding task, yet if it must be done in order to stop the efforts of the necromancer and any undead minions she might have conjured, he would be more than willing to carry it out. "At worst, we find nothing, and are little worse except for the smell and having wasted time--time that would have been spent anyway spending time on the surface or within houses. We can leave that to only a person or two, while the rest of try to see if we can't find the necromancer and any cohorts she might have underground. After all, we know approximately what area they are in, and I'm certain the Watch must have some sort of map of the sewers below Waterdeep. We can start a systematic search below, and cover as much distance as possible in order to flush them out, and hopefully deal with the source of the problem even if we don't find the vampire," he suggested, looking at the others for confirmation.<br/><br/>He hated this waiting, having been silent until now due to not having all that much to contribute. He needed to move about, to take action, to do<em>something</em>. All this waiting about, discussing things instead of taking action that could change the situation might be necessary, but he also chafed under its necessity. He watched for the moment, gauging the reaction of the others as he looked to see which of them was ready to move with him, for going alone would be tantamount to suicide were they to meet the undead in force. And while he was willing to face undead and worse, he was not so foolish enough as to rush to his death, having seen "braver" men do so in the past, only to have been cut down quickly and become absolutely no help to anyone, least of all themselves.