On the trail of Redhook

Syvella blazes a determined trail as you follow her through of a network of alleys and hidden passages. Eventually you are spat out into a market square not entirely unlike the one you just left. However, this market spans several alleys throughout the interior of Crag Glen.

“Welcome to the Night Market you two.” Syvella raises her arms in a mockingly grand gesture.

“Let me guess…” Frost says tapping a finger on her chin. “A hive of scum and villainy?”

“Whatever may have tipped you off?”

“There’s a mugging right over there.” Frost points out a mugging quite literally 10 feet to your left. Two ruffians are mugging a homeless girl for her last few coppers. You turn in surprise darting glances between Syvella and the scene of the mugging.

“Since we’re adventurers an’ all, ain’t it our job to help her out?” You tug on Syvella’s shoulder as she eventually turns to view the scene.

Syvella lets out a small sigh. Her eyes soften as she looks at the scene before averting her gaze, turning it forwards.

“That would only set us back. I don’t intend to stay here longer than needed, let alone draw any attention.”

Judging by their lecherous gazes, I’m not so sure it’s just the copper they want. I can’t seriously leave her like that, can I?