[GROUP A]
The faint sound of running water and the occasion drips from the damp, round ceiling was the only ambience that occupied with the sounds of their footfall and talking, alongside the hum of fire from the torch the scout carried of course. Preston took but a moment to reply after the other three entertained the conversation...or well at least two stated their reasons for coming here. Maybe the third was an unfortunate tag along, couldn't blame him.
"Well you lot certainly are the shining examples of what paladins ought to be, I reckon." The scout stated in a simplistic matter, "Me though I'd rather be at home front of a warm fire. Ain't no sugar coating it, those people are already dead. I guess having some bodies are some peace of mind but I doubt we'll really find-" The pessimistic scout was cut off as a new, distinct sound, though faint due to its distance joined in the harmony of the sewer's somber ambience.
It was...the sound of someone...crying? Faint distinct sobs echoes from further within the stonework halls of the sewers. The reverb made it hard to tell the exact direction, but an approaching fork in the tunnel suggested that the left path likely led to whoever was sobbing. Preston had embraced the silence, listening closely. Confirming the sound, he seemed surprised he'd be proven wrong. "Well I'll be damned, this might be a short trip, c'mon fellas!" The scout attempted to lead the small group with a bit of a haste in his step. The wailing grew only louder and more intense as they drew closer. Following the fork in the path, the tunnel now descended at a more noticeable angle, the flow of water faster and yet the intensity of the sobbing drowned out the sounds of the current.
"Hey, hey we're almost there! Are you alright over there?!" Preston called out, shining his light out further into the darkness. Just vaguely they could see the shape of someone indistinct in a cloak. Their voice was hoarse from wailing.
"Help me!" The voice broke out from the cry, though the cloaked figure seemed fixed in a distraught, kneeling position. "It hurts, oh it hurts! Please!" The crying figure was completely obscured in some sort of white robe or cloth, which made it stick out well from the surrounding darkness as the torch-light drew near. The opened part of the hood was facing the water.