The Best Laid Plans

Sorry guys, but I don't have paint on my computer so you'll to use you imaginations.

Darvin took the map from Hring and studied it for a bit. 

"Ok. I think we need to split up into three groups. Talathel, I want you to lead one of the groups because you are the only other person who has been down here. Take Starks, Gurkirat and one of the henchmen with you. Grumbleshanks, you and Hring take a few men in your group. Beranhond, you and the cat are coming with me. We'll take the rest of the henchmen." Darvin confidently said to everyone in the group. Darvin usually liked to be light hearted and make jokes but as he stood there looking into everyone's eye's he knew this wasn't the time. There would be plenty of time for merriment after the rat infestation was taken care of. 

Darvin held up the map and showed it to all the men gathered around him.

"Talathel, you take your group into the drain from the river. Come up from the end of the main infested area and fight your way to the center. Where we found the mini rat horde. Grumbleshanks, I want you and your group to enter the manhole northeast of where Talathel and I entered the sewers before Hring so, *ahem*, graciously invited us to his house. Beranhond, you and I will enter through the temple and start at the opposite end of the sewer from Talathel. We should meet up with Grumbleshanks and Hring at the fork. We all meet in the center. Every group shall take 3 of the bombs Gurkirat made. Set them off as soon as you sense wererats. Stay sharp, take no prisoners and for the love of Torm, be careful." Darvin looked at the group gathered around him one last time. They looked ready. Everyone was silent but he found no fear in anyone's eyes. Darvin could sense a bond beginning to take place with the men gathered around him. They were all about to learn a lot about themselves.

Everyone said their goodbyes and good lucks to each other and started off in the direction of their entrances. Before he left Darvin grabbed Talathel, "Be careful my friend. I'll see you tonight." He gave the elf's hand a firm shake and turned to catch up with Beranhond. 

"May the luck of Tymora be with us all."