<strong>"Of course, miss, have a seat. I was explaining that my men in the sewers have been reporting that they feel as though they're being watched while they're making repairs, as if something is lurking just beyond the lantern light. They've also heard something moving, slowly moving through the water in the older sections of the sewer,"</strong>Turnstone says. It's obvious that he's reluctant to divulge the information to people who haven't agreed to undertake the mission. It's also likely that he's trying not to spread a panic in the city that there may be something prowling the sewers all over town below the city streets. He seems to be playing with one of the baubles on his clothing as a nervous tic and his eyes glance to the door as often as they glance in the direction of one of his potential employees.<br/><br/>The rain-soaked man raises his head up just a few inches, enough to make eye contact with Eleni.<strong>"My business just went under...I couldn't pay back my loans and now I'm out on the street with the clothes on my back."</strong>He takes a long drink of his ale and lets out a sigh.<strong>"And there's not a damn thing anybody can do. The Urmbrusks loaned me the money, I knew my business was failing, and now they own everything I had."</strong>He rests his head back on his arms after taking another long drink, downing nearly half his tankard.<br/><br/>There are a few collective moans when Laewynn recovers her breasts, but the rest of the crowd in the tavern goes back to chatting and drinking without incident. One of the older Watchmen slap the younger Watchman on the back with a laugh.<strong>"Was that the first pair ye'd seen, laddie?!"</strong>The rest of the men laugh while the younger man blushes and smiles.