"When they show up...we're going to blow them all to hell"

Talathel looked at his newly formed group. They looked to be as enthused as going into the sewers as he did. The elf adjusted his new, silver kama. It did not hang in his belt quite like the other one did. Under normal circumstances, it would be an annoyance, but he knew this was no time to be annoyed. 

"Well boys, you've heard the plan. I know the way to the drain. Shall we go? Gurkirat, if you want to carry the bombs we'll make our way to the sewer. Where Darvin is sending us, we can sneak up behind a central location in the main infested area. We shouldn't encounter any wererats until we get close enough to where the bombs will do the most damage."

He looked again at his new team. He tried to be confident and inspire trust in his commrades. He didn't know if it was working, but the time for doubt was over.

"For the Glory of the Old Order!" And with that he made his way towards the drain.