05-03-2017, 05:42 AM
At Agloval's comment about Forge's worth, Gilley pats the war-forged on the shoulder in a good-natured manner. "Our friend is not for sale." Gilley follows the frogman through the sewers, wishing that the route to open air were shorter, but doing his best to keep his disgust to himself. Arriving at the ladder, he looks up at the hole in the sewer ceiling, then back at the corpse of Unreth dubiously. "Just how set are we on taking this thing with us?"