From the Gutter

Your name is Skol Nightfinger and you are about to die. It wasn't uncommon for rookie adventurers to journey into the under sewer to hunt your kind and usually your able to hide until they pass, that is until now.

It would of course be the one time you ventured beyond your den for food that a group of the adventurous bastards would arrive. Now your hiding behind some old crates as the 2 or 3 adventures tear the place apart looking for others of your kind.

Taking a chance you peek over the crate to get a view of your impending ****. As you suspected the two adventurers are likely rookies, one appears to be male and he carries a short sword and leather armor. The other is obviously female if the impressive bust is anything to go by, the female is dressed in thin cloth and carries two daggers, likely a rogue.

The two of them speak in what you recognize as the common Human tongue, they appear to be bickering as they rummage through the chamber that was once used as storage. Although you can't make out exactly what they are saying it doesn't appear that either of them are very happy.

Quickly ducking back down behind the crate you begin to consider your options, you still have the knife you scavenged and a small vial of homemade poison. If you could distract them for a few moments you could poison the knife and paralyze at least one of them before the other could react. But which one to take first