"So these drawings you brought to me are where the sewers tunnels are leading the shit out of the town." The jarl Borgard said to me as we were in a tent sitting on some logs that were cut from trees to use as seats.
Once, I found this man leading this camp, sitting inside an open tent with a campfire, cooking meat from some game that was hunted and killed. I quickly took out the drawings I made sure to take with me before leaving the town.
Heading it over to him, which brought confusion at first to the man, but soon Borgard took it by one hand and took a look at them, already taking note of what they were to be. He wasn't alone; his son Valgard, who was there, came to receive some of these pictures and drawings of the underbelly of the town sewers.
