Inside the sewers, damp vapor hung heavy in the air, accompanied by the endless, dripping sound of water. Moisture seeped through the stone walls, tracing patterns like twisted veins. Someone had set up a stronghold here, piecing together a makeshift table from rotting planks of wood. A flickering light barely illuminated the surroundings—the damp masonry and moldy drapes all carried an eerie, gloomy pallor.
Minsc walked with steady strides, following behind "Jaheira" as they approached Roah Moonglow, who was busy sorting gold coins.
The merchant didn't even raise her head, her hands moving at a dizzying speed. "All the coins are right here, though they're stained with a bit of blood. You really are thorough when it comes to the tasks your master assigns."
Chapter 152