The Miseducation of Nym

Darvin was amazed by the amount of questions one teenage girl could spout off with only one breath. At first it was kind of amusing but now he was becoming weary from it. He looked at Nym as he formulated his response. 

She was young, probably about 17 or 18. If she hadn't tried so hard to make herself look like a boy she probably would have been cute. It's probably best she looks the way she does though, knowing my penchant for the young ladies. But Darvin thought that if she let her hair grow out longer he could potentially be in a lot of trouble.

"Nym, I'm not sure who Narath is. You'll have to direct those questions to Beranhond. As for the rest of your inquiry. Baldur's Gate seems to have a wererat problem. A rather large one, in fact, complete with a queen and everything. We, along with the rest of our comrades, were hired to rid the city of these vile creatures. They happen to live in the sewers. It is by happenstance that we stumbled upon you and almost fricasseed the rest of us. This little party you have joined is but a third of the entire force. We split up when we entered the sewers and we're supposed to all meet up in the middle of the wererats lair. So, I suggest you ready your best spells and that bow of yours because things are about to crazy!" 

Nym looked at Darvin like she was about to be sick. Darvin could not help but be slightly amused by the look on the girls face.

"Fear not, my dear, you are surrounded by many strapping young men who have no intention of letting anything bad happen to you. Now, let's move out. And double time we have a lot of ground to make up."

And with that Darvin turned and led the group out of the chamber. Nym begrudgingly fell in line with the rest of them.

Dan we want to make our way to intersection M as quickly and quietly as possible.