Rule Number 79: Know your henchmen

Beranhond's introduction of Nym made Talathel notice something. He did not know who the henchmen were that had followed his group down there. (And, since they aren't even depicted on the handy map a few posts down, Talathel forgot what they looked like.) 

Sheepishly, Talathel walked over to them. 

"Gentlemen," he said, trying to convey a sense of civility in the stank sewer, "we have journeyed down to the sewers and fought together. I will not pretend we have endured long battles together and forged ties that only war can bring..."

"Is there a point to this speech?" One of the henchmen asked. He was a human.  The only this worse than a half-elf, Talathel thought, though he was relieved to see that the other henchmen was an elf. "We have better things to do than listen to this."

"Well, I was just going to ask for your names."

"My name is Lofa," said the human. "This here is Aldaho. He doesn't talk much, but seeing as how you don't shut up, maybe its for the best that we have a silent elf."

Talathel very much so wanted to punch his now named human companion. He resisted the urge.

"Excuse my friends gruffness. I'm afraid he's growing a tad impatient. We understand that this Nym girl is in danger, but we are not paid to wait for medicine. We are paid to fight," Aldaho said, his voice was soft and was almost soothing. The tone did not seem to fit the situation, but perhaps Aldaho was just reflecting his experience with the way he spoke.

"You are good men, Lofa and Aldaho. We shall be fighting again soon. The rest are getting prepared to go through the newly found door and fight the queen."

"And then its back to the surface for a pint and a whore!" Lofa yelled, directing the attention of some of the group. An awkward silence came over the sewers.

"Humans..." Aldaho said shaking his head. Talathel did not say anything, since rum and wenches were very much on his mind as well. He did his best to block it out as the strategy would be in place soon.